Page 6 of Fractured Souls
I knew he’d let me in last night, though. When it comes down to it, he’s always here for me.
Always has been.
Carefully I prop my pillow up just a bit with my free arm so I can sit up a little. I’m going to have to get up soon to use the bathroom. Today’s going to suck, and maybe that’s why I’m procrastinating in bed. Once I get up it’s all going to be real, so even with the bloodflow completely cut off to my arm, I don’t want to.
I don’t have much to grab, really—clothes, my laptop, my blanket. I’m afraid to go there today, and I left a dozen phone calls unanswered last night. All I wrote back to her was that I was coming this morning to get my shit. Cheating is pointless and painful.
And unfortunately, it happens to me a lot.
Maybe I should have told her I loved her. Did I? I’m not sure. I liked her a lot, and I’m upset she cheated. She was funny and cute, and downright vicious playingBoderlands. It was hot. We talked a lot, and I shared things with her only the person currently drooling on my nipple knows.
I almost told her about my abuela.
Bowen shifts again, and my fingers are still stroking his silky hair. My chest warms. The emotion I’m feeling is overpowering, stronger than usual, and I don’t know why. It’s cozy. Bo is safety—my safety. No one understands me the way he does. Having a best friend is awesome, and I just so happen to have the bestest.
A soft noise leaves his lips as he presses against my side. His knee moves up, and I say a silent prayer for my balls, letting out a breath as he misses them. Something hard jabs me, and it takes me a minute to realize what it is. He lets out another moan, jutting his hips into my side.Oh shit.
My belly floods with heat. I shift a bit, trying to get away as breathy noises slip from his lips. Okay, I really need to get away. I try, but freeze as the hand draped across my stomach smooths down over my abs, tickling the hair under my belly button. His face buries into my side, practically in my armpit, and I debate waking him now, but I don’t have much time to execute a solid plan before his fingers slide over my abdomen to rest on my boxers.
Heat spreads through my chest—it feels tight—and a soft hum vibrates under my skin. Not an uncomfortable feeling, but charged. Charged with something foreign. I watch him, his face soft with sleep.
Then he moans.
My dick takes notice, perking up behind the thin fabric of my boxers. I’m already sporting morning wood, and this . . . this shit is not helping. “Mmm.” He let’s out a soft moan, rutting into me and burying his face deeper against my side. Is he inhaling?His fingers move down, grazing my cock, giving my dick a pretty solid hello.
Okay, yeah, this . . . this is . . . why are dicks so dumb? It’s just biology that’s all. My breath sharpens as his palm smooths up, and I think I’m safe when he rests his hand back on my belly.
Good.
Safe.
The relief is short-lived. His fingers push down inside my boxers. “Bo! Bobo, wake up. Wake. Up.” I feel frozen as his fingertips graze my head. “Bo!” Careful not to hurt him, I pull my arm out from under him, and his eyes flutter open, confusion soaking his dark gaze before he lifts his head.
I almost laugh at the drool plastered on his cheek. “What—” He looks down as his brain boots back up, and he yanks his hand out of my boxers like my dick is a venomous snake. His eyes widen into saucers. “What the fuck, Cam!”
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, searching for his glasses and knocking them off the nightstand. So I get up and go round to his side, crouching down to grab them before he accidentally steps on them. He slides them onto his face and pushes them up his nose. “Hey, relax, it’s—”
“This is why I made the pillow wall!” He snatches one of the pillows, diving face first into his bed and screaming into the pillow. “This! Is! Why!”
“It’s fine . . . accident. Hey, accident. We were asleep. I woke up and saw. It was an accident. You were just sleeping. No big deal.”
“No big deal! No big deal!” he shrieks, lifting his cute face from the pillow to glare at me. I almost laugh. Almost. I value my life. I just can’t help it. He looks adorably flustered, his glasses making his big brown eyes magnified. Those brown eyes flick down before narrowing further. “Seems like a pretty big deal, Camden!”
“Aw, thanks Bobo.”
“Not a compliment! Tuck your boner away along with your ego, Camden Michaela Almeida!”
“Not my middle—”
“Cam!”
Okay, okay, damn. Not in the mood to joke. “Fine. Look away. He’s shy.”
Bo’s lips purse before he smashes his face back down into his pillow, and I turn anyway, trying to maneuver my dick the best I can in a way that it isn’t aggressively pointing to the ceiling.
“You do too much,” I whisper at it. Then I find my sweats on the floor and slip them on. “Okay, the offender is locked away.”
“Good!”
