Page 9 of Give In To Love
He looked like he wanted to say more, his eyes searching mine, but a noise in the hall pulled his attention and he turned toward the sound. I let out a breath, thankful for a moment of reprieve from the intensity of his gaze.
When he turned back, his smile had returned. “I should probably unpack. Do you mind if I close the door?”
I shrugged. “Why did you leave it open in the first place?”
“I wasn’t sure why you were upset, but I thought you might feel safer with it open.”
He’d thought… Jesus. He was turning me inside out. “Oh. I, uh…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” He stood, stretching his arms to the sky. I couldn’t help but notice the sliver of skin the movement revealed just above his waistband. “I’ll just start unloading my stuff.”
TJ crossed over, shut the door, and began sorting through his belongings. I watched him for a moment, still trying to wrap my head around the turn of events that led to him walking through my door. He couldn’t possibly be my roommate, could he? It didn’t seem possible.
My phone buzzed, and I picked it up off my desk.
Sammy
Just got home
Sorry I had to leave so soon
It’s ok. How’s Rafi?
Banged up, but he’ll be alright
I swear that guy’s got nine lives
I chuckled. More than a friend but not quite a brother, our relationship with Rafi Salgado was hard to define. Shortly after our mom left, Rafi’s dad Julio gave Sammy a job at his auto shop despite my brother knowing almost nothing about cars. That job literally saved us and ultimately led to Sammy learning the ropes of welding, which, in turn, became his passion and the medium for creating his art. We’d become close with the Salgados over the years, including Rafi, though I’d describe him as more of a golden retriever than a cat with nine lives.
What exactly did he do?
I promised him I wouldn’t say, but rest assured he’ll be using his left hand to jack off for the next four to six weeks
I shook my head.
I did not need that image
You’re welcome
How’s the roommate?
I looked over at TJ, where he was currently bent over the bed, smoothing out the sheets he’d just put on. Jesus, he had a nice ass. He was a dancer, so I shouldn’t have been surprised, but damn.
Cheeks heating, even though no one was looking at me, I returned my attention to my phone.
He’s good
Not a douche?
Doesn’t seem to be
Good
Let me know if I need to come down there and kick his ass
I rolled my eyes. He was such an overprotective dick sometimes.
You know I’m not going to do that
