“Okay,” he says, kissing me on my neck while his hands wander back down to my ass. “But we’re not working on this. This is perfect.” He squeezes my cheeks, nuzzling his nose into my neck. “Objectively speaking, of course.”
“Of course,” I agree sarcastically.
He slides his hands to the front, flipping the button of my jeans open. “Mind if I take them off?”
“You can try, they’re tight as—”
“Challenge accepted!” he says as he spins me around and lifts me. I barely have time to wrap my legs around him before he turns towards the bed, and basically throws me down on it.
“You love that you can lift me,” I laugh as he starts pulling on my pants to get them off.
“I do,” he chuckles. “Makes me feel all masculine in my feminine pants.”
53
Kaden
Fridayafternoon,andI’mcleaning down my station when Iggy walks in. She hasn’t been at the studio today so I’m a little surprised to catch her in the doorway.
“What’re you doing here, Sully?”
“I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I’d come by and tell you guys that I’m having a little get-together at my place tonight,” she says, fiddling with her bangs. “You want to come?”
My frown deepens but then Seth perks up from behind the counter, eyebrows raised at me.
“Who’s coming?” I ask, turning back to Iggy.
“Well, including you two, we’re four,” she says, dusting off her clothes, avoiding looking at us.
“Four? So, you’ve invited us and one more? For a get-together?”
“Uh-huh. So, are you in?”
“Wait, wait,” Seth chuckles. “Are we chaperoning?”
Iggy’s cheeks go pink, and she combs her bangs down again.
“What do you mean?” I ask, darting my eyes between them.
“Sully’s got a…date?”
“Yes, I’ve got a date and I’m really nervous about it so I told her I was having a few friends over, so can you please, please, do this for me?” She hits us with puppy eyes, and hands folded like in prayer.
“Who is she?”
“Her name’s Olive and she’s so goddamn hot, I get all tongue-tied around her. She’s in my class this semester. Well, she just transferred actually, and—”
She goes on and on about it for a while and I glance at Seth who’s raising his eyebrows in question. Eyes gleaming with hope.
“You wanna go?” I ask him.
“Would you be okay?” he says. I think about it for half a second before I decide, because apparently I can't say no when it comes to Seth. Not when he's looking at me like that, all hopeful and excited. And fuck him for that.
“Fine,” I sigh. “We’ll come.”
“Really?” She beams.
“Yeah, but question: don’t you have other friends than us?”
