His chuckle was deep. “Is that what he thinks?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Then he’s much more perceptive than I gave him credit for.”
I took a deep breath and fell back onto the bed, arm thrown across my eyes. “I’ll give you a million dollars if you turn off the overhead light.”
“Really? You have a million?”
I grunted and flipped him off.
The room got a thousand times cooler the second the light clicked off. The lamp on the nightstand was a hurricane one and bathed the room in a soft amber glow.
“You should have seen the size of the roach in here earlier.”
“Roach,” he said with a cough, sitting down beside me.
His hand slid over the T-shirt covering my stomach. I had on my sleep shorts along with it, as I had been ready to go to bed.
“Stop that.”
“Just be quiet.”
“Go away,” I said, giggling.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed under his breath.
I felt his warm hand slip up under the hem of the T-shirt and slide across my bare skin.
“God, Jory, your skin is just as gold and perfect as I remember.”
“Move your hand, Aaron.”
And his fingers, which had actually felt really good, were gone.
“Thank you. Now go find Jaden and go to sleep.”
“I will, just wait a minute.”
I could feel my body sinking down into the bed.
“It starts out great. It always does,” he said, and his hand was back in my hair, which I considered okay. His fingers smoothed over my eyebrows and down my lashes. “I like a guy, he likes me, but somewhere along the way, I get bored—really bored. Then I try to make him into the one guy who never bored me—you.”
If Sam Kage let any man but me touch his hair, slip fingertips down his nose, his lips, I’d lose my mind. The double standard was not fair.
“Go sit on the chair,” I told him, gently brushing his hand off me.
“Sorry. I’ll stop, just let me sit here.”
“Aaron—”
“What can I do that won’t violate your promise to Sam Kage?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Is a blow job sex or not?”
“You’re not serious,” I teased him, my eyes drifting open as I smiled up at him. “Of course a blow job is sex. Don’t be stupid.”