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Shoving the bottle aside, I came out of the kitchen and stopped by the foot of the couch.“You sure you’re going to be okay out here?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of Gavin’s pink lips. “Why? You going to offer the other side of your bed after all?”
If I didn’t know better, I might’ve thought Gavin actuallywantedto sleep in my damn bed. But that was ridiculous. He was clearly messing with me after what the guys had suggested earlier in the day.
“No. But I might get you another pillow.”
“So chivalrous. But I’ll be fine.” Gavin stretched his legs out and pulled the covers up over himself. “It won’t be for long, and this couch is pretty comfy.”
“Speak for yourself—my feet hang off the end.”
“Good thing I’m smaller than you, then, isn’t it?”
Gavin’s comment was innocent enough, but apparently my mind was on a one-way road tonight, because suddenly all I could think about was the way he’d fit perfectly in my arms as he rode my aching?—
“D?”
I blinked Gavin back into focus, willing my cock to calm down. The last thing I needed was for him to see me with a raging hard-on his first night here. “Yeah?”
“Before I forget, thanks for letting me move in.”
I shrugged, hoping he didn’t look below my waist. “No problem.”
“I’ll see you in the morning?”
“And apparently every morning after that.”
Gavin chuckled and snuggled into his pillow. “You don’t have to sound so horrified about it.”
I grunted but didn’t respond as I headed to my room, becausehorrifiedwas the last thing I felt about Gavin moving in—and I had no fucking clue what to do with that.
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“SO HOW WAS it waking up in Daire’s bed?” Travis said as our driver, Scotty, drove us to Astor the next morning.
Normally, I’d have more to say to that, since Travis was only trying to provoke, something he excelled at. But I was too busy trying to read the description of the espresso machine I’d pulled up on my phone to care. “I slept on the couch.”
Travis gasped. “Daire. You made sweet Gavin sleep on thecouch?”
“Better than the floor,” Daire replied, and it made me smirk.
Ithadbeen a little strange waking up somewhere new, but it was a relief not to wake up to bumping, grinding, moans, and God knew whatever else. All I’d heard was the faint sound of Daire’s shower running when I woke up, and that was something I could definitely live with.
…this machine textures the milk to your specifications and creates a foam so silky it’s perfect for latte art…
Ooh, latte art sounded fun. Then again, I doubted Daire would care about getting a heart drawn on his coffee.
I swiped to the next espresso machine, hated the color of it, then moved on to the next.
Excellent reviews… Forty hot and cold brew specialties…
Yep, this was the one.
“Hey, East, hope you don’t mind getting your hair wet,” West said as the Sprinter came to a stop.
As the door opened, I glanced up to see the snow was coming down even heavier now. I tucked my phone into my jacket for the moment and made the freezing trek into Astor with the rest of the guys, barely listening to whatever they were saying. The second I was inside, I pulled my phone back out and kept reading the reviews of the machine I wanted to buy Daire. He’d mentioned his espresso maker had broken, and that wasn’t something either of us could live without, so I figured—why not get him a new one as a “thanks for letting me move in” gift?
