My bedroom’s empty.
Bathroom. Closets. Even under the bed.
Fuck.
He got me.
And I hate to admit it, but the disappointment stings.
I think about texting him back. Instead, I hit call.
Maybe I’m still riding the high from this afternoon’s music session, but I feel like doing something bold. Maybe even a little scandalous.
Yosh answers the phone almost immediately.
“Hey.” He sounds sleepy.
“You’re not here.”
He chuckles. “Sorry, you’re just so easy to play with.”
“I don’t think it’s fair for you to use your magical powers to mess with me. That’s very, very unethical, Doctor Aoki.”
“Aw, did it hurt you?”
“I’m not the one you should ask. Someone got a little too attached the second you ran out on him yesterday morning.”
A pause. Then a soft scoff.
“What are you doing, Yosh?”
“I’m already in bed, studying that book you found so interesting the other day.”
I don’t give a shit about the book. I only heardbed.
I grab a towel, turn back, and click the lock on my bedroom door.
Earbuds out of my bag. In.
I don’t make a sound.
Then I peel off my shirt, my pants, and lift the soft sheets to slide into bed. My cock’s already straining against my underwear, brain flooded with all kinds of obscene thoughts.
“I’m in bed too,” I breathe. “And I think it’s time you close that book.”
First there is silence, then a surprised hum. A soft thud—the book closing.
“There’s one thought that keeps swirling in my head since yesterday,” I say. “And it’s kind of…problematic. I’m not sure I should share it with you, Doctor.”
My hand flies to my mouth, stifling the laugh threatening to escape, partly because I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Partly because this is so me.
He’s into this roleplay. He has to be. I mean, if I were a doctor, I would be doing slutty shit all the time.
I hear him swallow. His voice, rough, vibrating in my ear.
“Say it, Tom. I know you want to.”
