Page 73 of Play With Me
We lie there, panting, not moving away, not wanting to leave each other’s arms.
Our kisses slow and finally, when we part, he whispers, “I’m afraid.”
I don’t know whether he means for his life or of what this is between us, but either way, so am I.
So am I.
Chapter Eleven
We strip out of our clothes and sleep against each other naked. His body started curled up next to mine, but sometime in the middle of the night, he shifted on top of me, his head resting right over my heart.
He’s heavy, but I refuse to move him. I just hold on to him, my dreams moving from sultry to sweet. All featuring him. His eyes, his lips, his body.
When I wake, I stretch and realize he’s not there.
I scramble up, throwing on a pair of sweatpants, before dashing out into the kitchen.
He better not have left. He better stay.
He needs to stay.
My breath leaves my lungs when I see him sitting there at the island surrounded by my mom, Maya, and Desiree. Paulie and Hailey are both absent. Not that I care. I’m just glad Colton didn’t run away.
He glances over his shoulder and sees me standing there, panting, not even wearing a shirt. I didn’t have time to grab one.
“Good morning,” he says softly, and Maya waggles her eyebrows at me.
I flip her off as I make my way forward, lowering myself into the chair next to him. He’s drinking the latte my mom made him, and an empty plate sits next to his elbow.
“Why do you look stressed?” he asks, and I shake my head, unable to speak. “All right, you can tell me later, but uh, I was just telling your family how we met…” That makes my cheeks burst into flames, and he winks at me. “…at a party. You kept watching me, and I just had to say hello.”
“So romantic,” Desiree says, and I hook my ankle around the leg of his chair and drag him closer. If that’s how he remembers the events of that night, so be it. It was more like he tackled me onto the forest floor and made me cum my brains out.
Colton smirks at me, almost as if he can read my mind. Right now, he looks much more like the cocky Colton I know. So fucking hot.
Everyone notices the way my eyes linger. I know they’ll mock me for it, for how smitten I am, but I don’t care. My hand lands on the back of his chair, and I slide my fingers up to the nape of his neck, squeezing it lightly.
He shivers at my touch, taking a sip of his coffee, trying to play it off, but it doesn’t work. I see it.
I want it.
Fuck it.
When he sets his mug down, I reach over, hands encircling his narrow hips, and drag him onto my lap.
A shocked gasp leaves my mom’s lips, and Maya laughs loudly as Colton settles right against me.
“Not a fucking word,” I murmur to everyone, including Colton, but I know it won’t work. Desiree is already gushing, pulling out her phone to take a video of us.
“Look at my brother and his boyfriend. So cute.”
This whole thing is ridiculous. He’s not my boyfriend, but neither of us corrects her, and I don’t move him away from me. He doesn’t try to leave my lap either, just seems to sink into me.
My mom leans forward and hands him his drink, and then meets my gaze.
“You want one, gay son of mine?”
“Yeah,” I say, and then let my thumb sneak under the shirt he’s wearing and touch the warm skin beneath.
