Mark flashes him a look that says he better watch his next words carefully and to keep his mouth shut.
“Secret’s safe with me until you guys figure out whatever this thing between you is,” he answers quickly.
“She’s not a secret,” Mark replies without hesitation, and my insides flutter.
Trystan winks and pushes himself off the doorframe.
“Good answer. Goodnight, you two,” he says in a sing-song tone as he shakes his head and walks out of the room.
“Bags. Snuggles. Coma. Now. I’m not going to make it much longer.”
I snicker and wiggle the bag in front of me as he grabs his things. Then he takes the bag from my hands and kisses me on the cheek before we walk out and make our way to the hotel. Gosh, that’s sweet.
Once we’re in the room, he strips down to his boxers and flops onto the bed while I use the restroom. I come back out in my dress, and he looks at me funny.
“What did you pack to sleep in? That dress won’t be comfortable.”
“Well, I typically sleep naked, and I’m missing my underwear,” I answer cheekily.
He grins at my admission and rises from the bed. Picking up his undershirt, he strolls over to me and waggles it before my body.
“I may be a gentleman, but I’m not a saint.”
“Will you unzip me?” I ask, grinning like a fool while turning around for him.
He hums affirmatively, unzipping gently and letting his fingertips trail up my spine before slipping the straps over my shoulders.
“Shirt,” he mumbles as I allow my dress to fall to the floor. I bite my lip when he sighs as he opens up the shirt, looking up at the ceiling so he doesn’t ogle my naked body.
“Such a gentleman,” I snicker, raising my arms to slip into the shirt he places over my head and pulls down. I say nothing when he allows himself the pleasure of skimming his fingersacross my curves as he covers them. I shiver from the sensation. He pulls my panties from his waistband and dangles them in front of me next.
“Turn.”
I turn, and he drops to a crouch before me. I step one foot in, then the other, and he skims them up my thighs to the bottom of his shirt before standing. He bends to kiss me as he pulls them the rest of the way up. It’s a crime to have to cover my body, but the way he just did it is sexy nonetheless.
“Bed,” Mark commands against my lips and lightly smacks my butt.
We pull back the covers and crawl in. He turns off the light and pulls my back into his chest so that he can spoon me.
“I’ve never had a sleepover with a lover,” Mark mumbles into the dark.
Lover?
“Never?”
“Nope.” He pops the p at the end.
“Do you snore?”
“I don’t know. Nobody said anything at the party when we all crashed.”
“Good point. Did you cover me up that night?”
“Yes. You looked cold, and your shorts were riding up your ass. I couldn’t stand the thought of the other guys seeing it.”
“You said you were going to bite my ass,” I giggle, and he tickles my ribs.
“Oh, I still will,” he breathes into my neck.
