Page 96 of Trust Me

“I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out.”

His lips parted, and my eyes locked onto them.

This was ridiculous. I needed to let him go and kick him out of my bed.

Now. I needed to do it now.

My grip on him softened, but instead of moving back like I expected, he inched forward.

“Talk to me,” I said quickly, before he could get closer.

He paused. “Say please.”

“I don’t find this funny, Oli.”

He rolled his lips inward, making him look . . . I didn’t know. Impossible. That was pretty accurate lately.

I shook my head, closing my eyes. “This is a bad idea.”

“Or it’s a good one.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re good for me. And I might be good for you too.”

For a second, I was stunned into silence. “Dude, I think you’re actually insane.”

“Maybe.”

“Just . . . go to sleep. Please.”

“You sure you want me to be in here?”

“Yes,” I said, refusing to question how fast I answered.

He scooted closer to me until we were practically cuddling. With a deep breath, I readjusted the blanket, making sure he was covered. Like he’d done to me, I hooked my ankle over his and closed my eyes.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

I didn’t answer, holding onto that one sliver of control over whatever this was.

*****

BossMan: I know I’m supposed to close tonight, but I need you to help me out.

I looked at the time, suppressing the urge to sigh. It was eleven, which meant there were still three hours before last call. I’d just clocked out at nine, and it had been slow when I left, but I couldn’t really say no. I could use the extra hours, plus I didn’t think Remi would ask if it wasn’t important.

While I stepped into my shoes, I wondered what had happened. Most likely, he was hit with a random rush. A bunch of drunk college guys, maybe. He never had trouble running shit on his own, but it was possible he was getting used to having help.

I was making him spoiled. That was kind of funny, and it gave me a reason to go back in, possibly a little smugly.

“I’m headed out,” I said as I walked through the living room.

Oli sat up abruptly. He had his laptop on his legs and nearly sent it flying. “Where?”

“Work.”

“But you already worked.”