“Fine,” I say and roll my eyes theatrically. “I watched the whole game.”
“What did you think?”
“That you’re incredible, and you don’t need me to tell you that.”
He laughs. “No, I don’t. But it’s always nice to hear.”
“Well, you played an amazing game. And I’m pretty sure at least a few of the Serpents went home and either cried into their post-game drinks, or put their fists through the change room wall after the beatdown you gave them.”
“Here’s hoping it was a little bit of both,” he says lightly. “But back to you watching my game last night.”
I gently slap his chest. “You’re annoying.”
“And you like it.” He presses a quick kiss against my lips, then gently pats my ass. “Come on. Time to get up because I’m laying on your wet spot, and my back is getting itchy.”
Knowing he’s been laying on my cum embarrasses the fuck out of me, and my cheeks flame as a wave of shame hits out of nowhere.
I do my best to hide my reaction and quickly untangle myself from him and sit up.
“Sorry,” I mumble, my eyes on the comforter as he also sits up.
“West.” His voice is firm. “Look at me.”
I slide my gaze to his and brace for him to tell me to get out or to make a comment about how I’ve overstayed my welcome and it’s time for me to go.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing.” I smile, or at least try to. “I’ll just grab my stuff, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
I start to slide off the bed, but his hand on my thigh stops me. “You’re not leaving.”
“What?”
“You’re not leaving,” he repeats. “And I want to know why you thought you had to.”
“Because we’re done working on the project, and we just…” I glance at the wet spot behind him.
“And?” He tilts his head to the side as a half-smile lifts the corner of his lips.
“And that’s usually when people want you to leave after a hookup?”
“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a hookup.” He gives my thigh a little pat and slides off the bed.
“It’s not?” I ask and shamelessly check him out.
I already knew Anthony was gorgeous thanks to living in the same house as him for the past three years and having eyes, but seeing him standing naked next to his bed with his messy hair and kiss-swollen lips feels intimate and special, and it makes him even more beautiful because I know I’m one of only a few people who get to see this side of him.
“No.” He holds out his hand and tugs me off the bed when I take it. “It was us hooking up while we’re hanging out. Now that we’ve done that, we’re going to go back to hanging out.”
“We are?” I ask stupidly.
He nods. “But first we’re going to take a shower.”
“Together?” I ask, or rather squeak.
He gives me another of those half smiles that are somehow even sexier than his smirky ones. “Yup.”
I gape at him, and he just takes my hand and leads me toward his bathroom.
