I sigh, pressing a kiss to the side of his hair, almost unable to pull away from his sweet scent. "I should probably go back to doing what I was doing."
He arches a brow. "What was that?"
"Waiting for Isaiah to get back with the food."
He nods, biting his lip again with a look of hesitation. "Maybe you could wait in here with me? I don't want to be alone right now."
"Okay."
He breathes a sigh of relief and buries his face in my naked chest, reminding me I still have yet to put any clothes on and I’m still in nothing but a towel. Instead of jumping out of bed like I should, I settle my body against his, wrapping my arm around his waist. I close my eyes and my body relaxes when I bury my nose in his hair. He shifts his body to the other side, pushing his ass back against my cock and it grows hard. No matter how much I try, I can't help but wish there is nothing between us. I badly want to curse the towel and the thin white sheet Joey has wrapped around himself. This is bad. It's wrong, but I haven't felt this good since the last time Isaiah fell asleep in my arms.
Twenty four
Joey
My eyes flash open when my bladder grows heavy and is on the verge of bursting. When I attempt to slide out of bed, I'm prevented by a large warm arm. I drag my body away from Carlos's hold, tossing the blankets off my body. I smile, still finding it hard to believe he’d actually stayed after I fell back to sleep. I had expected him to escape the first chance he got. Hell, I never expected him to agree to stay in the first place.
After using the restroom to relieve my discomfort, I walk into the living room wondering where the noise of crinkling paper is coming from. Isaiah turns around with an unwrapped taco in his hand smiling at me softly. "Hey, Roo. Sleep okay?"
I nod. "Yeah. I, um...had a nightmare and Carlos helped me fall back to sleep."
"I'm glad. Looks like you both needed it. I haven't seen Carlos be that still in his sleep in a long time."
"You're still watching Carlos sleep after all these years?"
He laughs, taking a bite of his taco. "It was hard to turn away with you lying right next to him," he says with a wink.
"What if I wasn't there? Would you still not have been able to turn away?"
"What do you mean, mi amor?"
"I see the way you look at Carlos when you think no one is watching or maybe it feels so natural you don't even realize you're doing it."
"Joey…Carlos and I have always been good friends."
"So have we and there's a reason why we weren’t able to walk away from each other all those years ago just like there's a reason you haven't been able to fully let Carlos go."
He shakes his head. "You and me, what we have is everything to me."
"I know, baby. Me too." I walk closer to him, pressing my fingers to his lips. "It's okay, Izzy. I don't care if you want Carlos. Over these last few days, I've come to understand why."
Isaiah's eyes go wide, and he tries to move his lips underneath my fingers, but I place my whole hand over his mouth. "It's okay because…" I swallow hard, taking my time letting the next words slip from my lips. "I think…no...I'm pretty sure I want him too."
When I remove my hand, Isaiah's mouth is agape and he's at a loss for words. I take both his hands in mine, squeezing his fingers in mine. "I know we've been down this road before, and it didn't work out in the long run, but Carlos…"
"Isn't like anyone else," he says quietly. "He's not someone we can just walk away from and forget like the others."
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I know and he doesn't have to be."
Soft sighs slip from his lips and he runs a hand through his hair. "Roo, I don't want you to only want something, because you think I do."
"You don't want it?"
He holds my hands to his chest. "Not if it means me losing you."
"You never have to worry about losing me, not even if things don't work out with Carlos. You are forever stuck with me. Because whether or not another person joins us, you and I are forever."
Isaiah lifts my right hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the inside of my palm. "Are you really sure this is what you want?"