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My phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out. Grandma’s name pops up on the screen and without a second thought, I swipe at it.

“Hey,” I say softly.

“Hi, William. It’s your grandma,” she says, and I bite back a smile because she doesn’t seem to get how these smartphones work. She still writes me the occasional text with her name at the bottom of each one.

“I wanted to just call and say goodnight,” she says.

I look at Lex’s door and move away from it. I can’t fucking think when I’m this close to him, even when he’s behind a wall.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, concern lining my tone. Lex is right, I’ve been gone for months, away from her, and I still feel guilty about it. I’d missed out on time with her and I wonder if I did the right thing. There are times I think it may have been a mistake.

“Of course, William, I just wanted to hear your voice before I go to bed.”

I sigh and then run a hand through my hair. “How about I stop by tomorrow and we can grab a bite to eat?”

“I’d love that. Now tell me, where are you?” she asks, being her usual nosy self. “Busy night?”

I glance at Lex’s door and wince. There is no way I’m telling her where I am. She has been on me about Lex for months.Lex is so handsome. Lex is so funny. You’ll love all of his tattoos.

Well, she was absolutely correct. I have a bit of an addiction to this man. She must have some magical grandma intuition.

“Nowhere,” I lie.

She huffs because she knows. I mean, she didn’t raise this shy, quiet kid and not know these things. She always had to read between the lines when it came to me, and she was always so good at it too.

“You’ll tell me, eventually. But I’ll let you go and see Lex now. I’ll see you in the morning,” she says, and then adds, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Grandma,” I say with a laugh, my face flaming.

I shove my phone back in my pocket and then look over at the stairwell. I should just leave, forget all of this craziness, but my dick perks back up and I swear it’s pointing directly to the door on my right.

Without a second thought, my legs carry me there and my fist is knocking.

I silently make a deal with my dick, that after all the kissing, Lex and I have to have a serious conversation. There are things to discuss, lots of things, like my grandma and the fact that he stole my phone. It’s unacceptable.

Fucking inappropriate.

Speaking of inappropriate, my dick is acting like a horny teenager. I hold my suit jacket over my arm, right in front of my crotch. I’m already overheating and my dick is so hard it’s straining against my dress pants. It’s impossible to hide, and it refuses to be stroked into submission.

I’ve tried repeatedly, all day. Nothing has made it happy.

Nothing.

“Why, hello there,” a voice says through the ring camera and then the door is flung open, and Lex is standing in front of me, shirtless.

Oh fuck, those tattoos and goddammit, he has nipple piercings.

Of course he does.

And hell, he has a barbell in his belly button too.

I bite back a groan and roll my neck. There’s no way I’m making it out of here with my dignity intact.

I shift on my feet, trying to run, but I am locked firmly in place. My body is no longer listening to my brain. My dick has started a coup and my legs, arms, and everything in between have joined the rebellion.

“Come on in. You know, I thought you’d stand me up,” Lex says, sweeping his arm to the side and I nearly jog into his apartment.

It seems my body doesn’t care about consequences. It only wants to feel him pressed against me again.

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