Page 51 of High Stakes and Soulmates
Joaquin: What can I say? I’m good at numbers.
Me: You’re such an idiot. I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll go to Donovan’s then, okay?
Joaquin: Perfect. Weird… GenuineGal6969 wants to meet me… in a dark alley. She said to come alone… pants optional. Do you think I should meet her?
Me: You go do that. Tell me how it goes.
Joaquin: I’m teasing. I’ll be fine all alone. You have fun at your vampire dog show. Kind of wish I could make it.
The door opens and Ezio walks out. I try not to watch the beads of water running down his neck. Like… did he go in thereand toss water all over his facejustto snag my attention? And why not dry it off? Did this fancy hotel forget to supply the towels?
“I’m done in there.”
“Great, thanks,” I say as I hurry inside where I will have averystern talk with my cock about why we do not pay attention to the vampire.
I nearly dunk my own head in the sink, but won’t that just result in me rolling out like he did? Is… that… why he dunkedhishead in the sink?
Looking over to the door leading to Yorick’s room, I debate crawling in bed with him. He’s a bit out there, but I’m not going to be staring at beads of water running downhisneck.
I take a deep breath and quickly finish up before heading to the room.
That’s where I find Ezio lying on top of the covers, arms suctioned to his sides, legs straight, staring up at the ceiling as a pillow fort that splits the bed in half threatens to topple over.
“Do I even ask?”
“Good night, Cyrus,” he says.
“You can get under the covers. You’re just going to sleep like that all night?”
“Sure am.”
I crawl under the covers. “Fine. You sleep in board formation over there and I will sleep in comfort.”
“I will. Thank you.”
I shove the pillows onto his side and they all crash down onto him and still… he doesn’t move. It’s quite impressive.
“You know I’m quite aware that you’re not going to come crawling over to my side, right? Like… you can sleep normally. It’s annoying me more that you’re doing this whole… thing.”
“I can’t hear you beneath the pillows, but I have to assume you’re telling me that I’m doing a good job.”
I knock a pillow off him. “I was actually telling you that you are so distracting like this that I can’t sleep.”
“How? I’m being good!” he says. “I want to be praised.”
I knock another pillow off his head and then pat it. “Good boy.”
He’s all smiles, like he thinks my praise is good and not sassy in the slightest. “Thank you.”
I stare at his pleased face before quickly turning my back to him.What is wrong with me tonight? Why am I over here thinking of the most ridiculous things pertaining to him?
I should close my eyes and go to sleep. Such a simple step. Yes, very simple.
Then why is it I’m so fucking aware of him? When I roll back over a bit, I see his body is back to being as rigid as a board.
“Don’t be looking over here when I’m counting my sheep,” he declares.
“You’re distracting me.”
