We spent the rest of the drive making small talk as the car filled with the amazing scent of greasy burgers and salted fries. We made it back to the apartment and Mike took his first look at his new home with a smile playing on his lips.
“This is so you,” he stated fondly, grinning when he spotted Poki on his spot in front of the living room window.
“I would hope so,” I replied, smiling back at him. I carefully placed our food on the coffee table, turning on the TV before sitting. “Anything you’re in the mood to watch?”
Mike shook his head and joined me on the couch. “Whatever you want to watch is fine. I saw whatever I wanted to while in Africa. It’s nice to not choose for a change.”
“I get that.” I put on one of my favorite shows, mostly so I could focus on Mike and not the TV.
The loudest, most satisfying moan escaped Mike’s throat and now I was jealous of a fucking burger. And hard, because how could I not be when I had Mike right next to me, moaning up a storm and licking his lips in a way that—
Mike choked, staring to our right with wide eyes, then blushed while looking intently at his burger. What had Erik told him to cause that reaction?
Chapter Six
Mike
I was going to die of embarrassment.
“It’s not that bad,” Erik said, his tone gleeful. “Poor Dylan was just watching you moan up a storm while you devoured that burger like your life depended on it. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Stupid ghost. If I hadn’t met him, I wouldn’t have known how slutty I sounded when I enjoyed my food. Something Erik had no trouble telling me, mid-bite.Fucking asshole.
Erik just continued grinning widely as I bit into my delicious burger. I tried to ignore the fact that Erik had also told me Dylan seemed to enjoy my “slutty moans”. I did not want to think about my not-so-straight friend like that.
“Coke?” Dylan offered in a raspier than normal voice.
I just nodded, hoping to escape this humiliating situation. As soon as Dylan left to grab the coke from the kitchen, I glared at Erik.
“What?” he asked, acting truly confused for a second before he winked.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“Nah, you don’t. But don’t worry. I have better things to do than just watch you two. This show for instance.” He gestured to the TV. “I’ve never seen this before. I’ve been bored out of my mind for God knows how long by that waterfall.”
Dylan returned with two cokes, handing me mine with a tender smile before he sat next to me on the couch. He’d either chosen to sit closer, or maybe I was just more aware of his presence now, because the previously spacious couch suddenly felt way too small.
Erik was engrossed in a fighting scene, so I felt like I could finally relax as I began on my fries.
“When do you want to see Pete and Jackson?” Dylan asked suddenly, reminding me I’d forgotten to text my mom.
“Shit.” I took out my phone and quickly typed out a message hoping she wouldn’t be mad.
“You forgot Linda again, didn’t you?” Dylan laughed.
“You distracted me with burgers!” I accused, glaring at Dylan’s beaming smile. He truly was a beautiful man. He’d let his dark-blonde hair grow out so it framed his face in a sort of surfer dude style. It looked both messy and styled in an effortless way and I truly couldn’t figure out if he’d styled it or woken up looking like that.
His head tilted in question as I continued to stare at him.
“Your hair is different,” I said dumbly.
He just grinned. “So is yours.”
I gingerly touched my longer locks. “I need to get it trimmed. I prefer it shorter.”
Dylan appeared thoughtful as he looked me over, his gaze a warm trail on my skin. “I think it suits you. But so does the short style.”
“Really?”
