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“You can put the condom in the waist paper basket right there,” I indicated with my finger the small mesh bucket in the corner of the room.

His hands went down to his cock, and he pulled the condom off carefully before tying it off and dropping the condom in the basket before turning back to me.

“I’d like to stay with you, but my dog’s been cooped up inside for three quarters of the day. You wanna come over and lethimout with me, and then stay at my place?”He asked hopefully.

I opened my mouth, but I was interrupted by my big-mouthed brother yelling.

“Hey,” Andrew yelled. “The back door won’t shut and the water’s leaking in again.”

My eyes closed and opened again.

Now that he’d mentioned it, I now heard the rain that was raging down around us.

Storms never went unnoticed by me; ever since my mother’s death, I had a hard time staying calm during a storm unless I was distracting myself.

Loki’s distraction was perfect. So perfect that I hadn’t even heard it start, and it was a doozy.

“You wanna go out my window?” I laughed.

A smile lit up his face. “Yeah, actually I do. My door’s unlocked and it’s less of a run from here to there rather than my front window to yours.”

Walking to my window, I lifted it up and swept my arm in a Vanna White gesture.

He grinned devilishly, gathered up his belongings, and backed me up until I was against the wall. In a very familiar position.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said against my lips.

My heart fluttered in my chest, and hope started taking root in my brain.

“Okay,” I said softly.

“Sleep tight,” he said before giving me another kiss.

“You, too.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he teased, before disappearing out of my window, and then diving into his own.

“Goodnight, handsome!” I yelled.

***

The next night I was surprised to find my room not empty.

It was filled with a man in jeans, boots, and a leather biker vest that had a scary woman on it.

Loki was laying on his stomach with my pillow in a ball under his head.

My owl pillow that I slept with curled in my arms was pressed to his chest by one arm, and he had his face buried in the softness.

“Hey,” I whispered.

It was three in the morning, and I’d just gotten off from work.

I’d thought about him all day, and I couldn’t express how freakin’ happy I was to find him in my room after he’d been a no show this morning and afternoon.

His eyes lifted, and he stared at me blearily.

“Come ‘ere,” he said huskily.

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