I pursed my lips and shrugged one shoulder. “Sort of, I guess.”
Calvin hummed quietly, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “We should get going. You have to work today, don’t you?”
I stretched lazily. “No. Emporium is closed on Mondays.”
“Oh. What are your plans, then?”
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I have a brunch date.”
I could feel Calvin tense beside me. “I see.”
I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand so I could see him. “It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?”
It was a strange revelation to see he was jealous. “It’s just a customer. He’s asked me out a few times, and yesterday, after you got angry at me, I didn’t think I’d end up here with you. I plan on nicely letting him down.”
Calvin frowned and put an arm around me firmly. “Is that all?”
“The library,” I mentioned again. “Clean my house, I guess.”
“No, don’t go home.”
“I can’t live in your closet with you,” I said, before amending the comment, “I mean, the size of your apartment.”
“I need to have forensics check out your place.”
“Calvin, what’s the point? I’ve already been home twice. I’ve touched everything, moved books around.”
“Doesn’t matter, Sebastian. If we can find one fingerprint—a partial print, even. Besides, you need the locks changed too. It’s not safe.” He sat up, running his fingers through his hair until it stuck up comically. “Want to shower with me?”
“Together?” I asked with a chuckle. “Will we both fit in that tiny-ass little bathroom?”
“Unless you want to lay there covered in drying cum?” Calvin offered as he stood and tugged his condom off.
“Jesus, when you put it that way.” I stood and followed him.
Calvin tossed the condom as he turned the light on in the bathroom, then turned it back off. “There’s enough light coming through the window, right?” he asked, motioning to the small opening.
The fact that he noted I didn’t have contacts in and the light of the bathroom was too harsh was extremely thoughtful.
Calvin turned the shower on and then moved under the stream of warm water, tugging me in with him. He kissed me a few times, hands moving over me. “I hope you’re wearing a turtleneck to your date,” he murmured, maneuvering me under the water while he grabbed shampoo.
I opened my eyes, watching his blurry figure in the dim light. “Why do you say that?”
Calvin reached out and ran his fingers through my wet hair, soaping it up. He leaned down to kiss the side of my neck. “Because I left a mark.”
My hand reached up instinctively, touching the spot he kissed. “You did?”
Calvin hummed absently in response. “Sorry.”
“Actually, I don’t mind.”
He must have been smiling because I could hear a note of amusement in his tone. “Really?”
