Page 75 of Love You Like This

Darren

Have you seen Xander? I asked Hans if he went out last night because he’s not answering his door

Fuck. I don’t want anyone to know about what happened last night. Regardless of what Xander says, it is unprofessional for me to be sleeping with him. Sure, Darren saw us kissing, but we could chalk that up to a heat of the moment mistake. But last night wasn’t the same, and I hope it wasn’t a mistake.

“Wake up.” I shake Xander. “Darren’s looking for you.”

His eyes flutter open, and he looks around the room in confusion before focusing on me. A slow smile crosses his face as he looks at me. He reaches over to pull me to him.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he says with a goofy ass grin.

I smack his hands away. “Where’s your phone? You need to call Darren.”

“Are you texting him? Tell him I’m with you.” He pulls the covers down exposing my breasts.

I haven’t

Did you check the gym? Sometimes he gets up early to work out

Xander pulls the sheets down to my feet and tries to worm his way between my legs.

“Stop that.” I press my thighs firmly together.

He just smiles and presses his face to my belly, kissing just below my navel.

Darren

I already worked out for an hour

He never came down

I roll my eyes. Of fucking course Darren wakes up at five in the morning to work out. My fingers sink into Xander’s hair as I pull him away from his attempt to nuzzle his way back to my pussy.

“Get your phone and call Darren before he shows up at my door ready to file a missing person’s report.”

He sighs and tosses the sheet off his body. I watch as he gets to his feet in all his naked glory and walks over to the desk where he left his phone. With his back to me, I can appreciate the beauty of his chiseled body. His broad shoulders, planes of muscle that taper to a narrow waist, and his round, firm ass, it’s all masculine perfection. He doesn’t skimp on leg day, either.

“Fuck.” He groans and turns back to me, setting his phone down. “I was hoping to have you for breakfast this morning, but he wants to talk to me about something.”

“What does he want to talk about?” I make a valiant attempt not to look at his cock which is impressive even half hard. But my eyes dip down, and he catches it.

“My eyes are up here, Freckles,” he says with a grin, his stupid dimple popping. “I don’t know. He won’t tell me.”

My neck flushes at being caught checking him out.

He steps into his sweatpants and pulls them up. They do nothing to hide his erection. I grab the sheet and pull it back up my body.

His eyes meet mine and flick to my neck and where I have the sheet clutched against my breasts. He stalks across the room to me and kneels on the bed. I roll my lips between my teeth and look away.

“Hey.” He places a finger under my chin and tilts my face until I have to look into his eyes. “You can look at me all you want. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

I shouldn’t be surprised that he knows all my tells. Curse of pale skin and a man who studies me like a textbook.

“What are we doing?” I whisper.

“You’re falling back in love with me.” He winks.

“Seriously, Xander. We shouldn’t do this again while you’re on tour.”