I think I just came.
His tousled brown curls are flattened on one side, white tee wrinkled and ridden up to expose a sliver of golden skin. But what makes my cock leak are the thick tortoiseshell frames perched on his nose.
He’s like a sleepy, nerdy puppy and I want to maul him.
Before I have the chance to tackle him to the floor and rail him senseless, Mitz rockets at me, meowing loudly. I set the takeout down and scoop her up.
“Traitor,” Remy hisses at the cat, grabbing the bag and retreating into the apartment. I hesitate with a very content feline in my arms as the door starts closing—
He catches it with a socked foot and arches a brow.
“You just gonna stand there?”
I can’t tell if he’s asking me to hand over his cat and leave or join him.
“Uh…”
He huffs impatiently. “Get in here, you idiot.”
Don’t need to tell me twice.I snap into action, muttering to Mitz, “Those fucking glasses will be the death of me.”
Remy pauses unloading the food and throws a curious look over his shoulder.
“You say something?”
Mitz squirms free.
I stand there like an empty-headed dipshit, drooling over him rather than the feast he’s laying out. To be honest, I’d preferhimspread out on the counter for me but beggars and choosers and all.
He squints. “Are you having a stroke?”
“Possibly.”
“Right,” he snorts, plucking a taco from the assortment. I panic-ordered the whole menu when he texted me:
Since you clearly don’t think I can cook and will probably show up even if I tell you not to, I’m craving Mexican.
Holding a dripping taco over the box, he takes a bite and his eyelids flutter.
I’ve never been more jealous of a taco in my life.
Then he moans.
I die.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans.
I die again.
His pink tongue darts across his bottom lip, catching the flavor.
Watching someone chow down on tortilla, meat and cheese shouldn’t be this pornographic.
“Hey, stalker boy,” he snaps, wagging half a taco at me, “Quit being a creep and help me with some of this.”
I wipe a hand down my face. “You’re literally murdering me here,” I grumble, taking the space beside him and pressing my hips against the counter to hide my obvious erection.
“Murdering you?”
