Page 35 of Our Final Game

“I don’t really care if you’re in the room, Ro,” he says, bored.

“I’ll just turn around then!” I say, my breath catching in my throat as I stare at Tyson’s naked form.

He’s fucking naked.

And there’s no reason my body should be burning up like this because of it.

“Sure. Do whatever you gotta do, I guess.” He chuckles, sitting fully into the hot water and leaning back.

I turn around and continue to towel my hair, and try not to think about how Tyson Moon is ass naked in all his glory about five feet away. No, seriously, what did I do to deserve this?

Fuck, does he have a nice body.

At least the last time I saw it at the river, it was only everything above his hips. It would seem the rest of him definitely matches the top half.

Ugh, I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.

He’s definitely fucking with me, probably.

After Tyson finishes his bath, I finish toweling off, and we both get settled into bed. I make sure this time there’s something between us so I don’t end up on top of him like I’ve been doing. That shit is super embarrassing, and I’m glad he never knows about it since I always wake up first.

“We’ll head out for the quest in the morning if you’re ready,” Tyson says into the dark room.

“Yeah, I’m down,” he hums in response.

Afterwards, the room is dead silent. The only thing I can hear is both of us breathing softly. Until my eyes feel heavy and I fall under.

* * *

My skin feels sticky as I writhe around. The big warm figure above me that I can’t quite make out fully is licking a long, wet strip up my neck, making me moan. He comes back around to my lips to kiss me, and it’s so hungry, I feel dizzy. He grips my thighs, pulling them back a little before rubbing his erection against mine, and the friction is so delicious, my body shocks itself awake, my eyes springing open, blinking fast to adjust to the darkness.

The only thing I can hear is my own panting when I fully come to; my eyes widen when I look over and see Tyson staring directly at me.

“Having a nice dream?” He chuckles.

I’m going to fucking die.

I’m going to go to the map tomorrow and jump into a pile of whatever monsters we’re fighting there and let them take me.

“Why are you watching me, you creep?”

“I wasn’t. You woke me up with all your moaning and whimpering.” Tyson smirks. “Who were you dreaming about?” His voice sounds so heavy; it’s laced with something I can’t quite name right now in my lust-filled haze.

“I wasn’t dreaming about anyone!” I snap.

“Was it Zero?”

“You’re such…”

“I know, I know, a fucking asshole,” Tyson whispers into my ear. My body freezes, but my heart is beating like it’s trying to escape my ribcage.

“Look at you though, you look like you could use a hand,” he says, his eyes flicking to my obvious erection, and I try to suck in a breath.

“What are you talking about?” I mumble.

Tyson suddenly pulls me closer to his chest before turning my entire body around so I’m facing away from him. And I just let him.

Holy shit. He’s strong.