“I hate you too,” Sami whispered warmly.Lovingly.Baz felt presumptuous just thinking it, but there was no denying that Sami was still looking at him with a spark of something real in those expressive, beautiful eyes.
There was magic in the air that Baz was powerless against, drawing them together.Sami’s lips parted.His shallow breaths greeted Baz when he tilted his chin up.
Baz poured all the tenderness he felt into the kiss, and Sami let him.More than that, he reciprocated without hesitation, without pushing for more.
Pure electricity sparked through Baz’s body.He forgot who they were supposed to be, hell, he forgot his own name.All he knew was how wonderful Sami’s lips felt, how Sami’s hand glided into his hair, how much he enjoyed feeling it there.He couldn’t remember the last time he had been kissed like this.If he ever had been kissed like this.
He didn’t want to stop.
Sami pulled back with a frown.“Did you hear that?”
This better not be a setup for a joke that would ruin the mood.“Hear what?”
Sami’s eyes narrowed.He looked awfully focused all the sudden.Okay, not a joke.What…
“Baz?”Aya’s voice cut over the music, muffled by the door.An icy cold exploded in his chest.Fuck.
He kicked the blanket away and scrambled out of bed, cursing under his breath.He bent forward to reach for his underwear—a dull impact hit his butt.
Sami grinned.
How was this funny?Aya was here!If she saw them—she couldn’t.She’d rip him a new one if she found out he lied to her.
“Don’t move,” Baz hissed and threw the silk robe over his shoulders.
Sami pushed himself up to his elbows.“Ooh, are we still going for a second round?”His voice had the decency to be hushed.That hardly made it better though.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Physically or psychologically?”
“Shh!”
Sami mimicked zipping his lips.His leg hooked over the blanket as he rolled over with a soft sigh, leaving his bare ass perked up and exposed.His antics might be the death of Baz.What a lovely last sight he would make…Focus.
He secured the belt of his robe around his stomach and burst through the door, rushing to close it behind him.His heart pumped out pure nausea.
The bright light of the ceiling lamp was harsh compared to the amber ambience of the bedroom.He squinted at Aya, standing by the living room table in front of a Walgreens bag that had not been there before.
She regarded Baz with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey.What are you doing here?Did you knock?”Baz said.That damn spare key he had given her was strictly for emergencies only, not for unannounced visits.
“Repeatedly.I’ve been calling you for the past hour to see how you’re doing, but you didn’t answer.I reckoned you were asleep.”
Asleep.Definitely.That was a great excuse.
“Oh.Yeah.I must have missed that, because, you know.Why are you here?”And how soon can you leave again?
“You have a migraine, and you’re playing music?”
Shit.Baz hugged himself like he was freezing and leaned against the doorframe, angling his body to hide most of the bedroom door from sight.
“It helps me relax.”That wasn’t technically a lie.
Aya gave him a once-over.Fuck, did he havesexwritten all over him?With how much Sami had grabbed his hair… Baz ran a hand through it to force it into a resemblance of order, hoped the move looked more natural than it felt.Touching his hair was a nervous habit he had kicked years ago, when he had started styling it with gel for law school.
“You’re looking flushed,” she remarked.
