Page 31 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Yeah.” Home. I hope Matty is still up.
“Think I can talk to Cal for a few?”
I twist my key in the lock, hearing the soft hum of Matty’s music in the background. Apparently, he plays some of his favorites to wind the two of them down at night.
Cute.
“He might still be up. Let me check with Matty first.”
“Who’s Matty?”
Right. Right. Haven't had a talk about his old sitter yet. Priorities.
Speaking of priorities, those pesky fuckers fly right out the open door when I step inside and see Matty half bent over, resting his elbows and one of his legs on the back of the couch. He's got his phone in one hand while pushing on his leg with the other.
This is a record scratch moment, because the pose is hot as fuck, and Matty is still shirtless.
When he hears the door, Matty throws a look up from his phone and grins.
“Hey there, stranger.”
I clear my throat and meet his smile. “Hey.”
He lowers from his elbows, finishing the stretch with his chest parallel to his leg on the cushion.
My brain will come back online eventually. If there was ever any doubt about my sexuality, this man has cleared up all the confusion.
“I moved Cal to his room; he’s out like a light.” He straightens again, pushing up with his arms and arching his back.
I know he’s doing his dancer stretches; it’s not the first time I’ve caught him in some faux-erotic position, but that doesn’t stop how my eyes train on him and refuse to refocus.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
His cheeks redden, but it’s the absolute cotton candy softness that blankets him that just does me in. I plop down onto the couch in front of him, wrapping my fingers around his ankle and rubbing the skin affectionately.
We’re fucking smiling all wistfully at each other, but I can already see the mischievous gears spurring to life in his brain.
I set my phone on my lap—prepared to retaliate for whatever he has planned—when someone coughs. Matty frowns, and I peer toward Cal’s room.
“Little brother.”
Ah, fuck!
Miya. Right. Phone call.
I pick the phone back up and smile apologetically. “Sorry, Mi, I got distracted.”
My sister’s smirk is a dangerous thing. “So I could tell. Is that Matty?”
He makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat, like it’s inconceivable that I’ve talked to anyone about him, so I tilt the phone up just slightly so his face is in frame.
Maybe that was a bad idea, because he’s half propped up again, obviously half naked, and his leg is right beside my face on the couch. He waves and ducks down, so I toss him the shirt lying across the coffee table. Dirty or clean, he shrugs it over his shoulders and gives the camera a terse smile.
“Yeah, he’s staying with me for a little while and helping out with Calum.”
Suspicion takes root in Miya’s gaze, and she exchanges a look with Roxy off camera. “I’m Miya, Ei’s older sister.”
“Twin sister,” I correct. “She popped out first and never lets me forget it.”
