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“Uh…more like the moment I got drafted. It’s not like Iaskedfor a trade. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss any opportunities.”
Ishir gaped. “Zee…”
“I know it’s crazy. I—”
Ishir cut him off with a kiss. “Thank you,” he said softly.
Zee’s lips twitched into a tentative smile. “Yeah? Not too much?”
“No.”
“I just wanted to be with you. To…”
“Have me?” Ishir finished for him.
Zee looked equal parts ashamed and determined. “Yeah.”
Ishir kissed him again, brutal and furious. “I’ll be yours,” Ishir promised, breathless and reeling. “If you’ll be mine.”
Zee’s expression was as joyous as it was feral. “There’s nothing I want more than that.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Everything had felt perfect when they’d gone to bed. They’d crawled under the sheets and talked, and made out, and talked some more. They’d scented each other gently, although Ishir had felt Zee hold back.
In the cold, hard light of the morning, things didn’t seem so resolved. Ishir could feel the distance between them, every inch dug out by fear.
It wasn’t that Zee’s possessiveness scared him. He was just worried that it was all there was. That Zee wanted to own him but not love him.
Ishir tried to reason with himself. Zee was deeply loving. Even in the depths of his rut, all he could think about was taking care of Ishir. He would never do anything to hurt Ishir, not on purpose. Would cheer all his victories and be with him for all his defeats.
Ishirknewall this. It just didn’t feel…real. He didn’t know how to go from being convinced Zee would never reciprocate his love to accepting the fact that Zee had loved him in his own way for years.
Ishir turned towards Zee in the bed, watching him sleep for a while. Traced his gaze across his sharp jaw, the wide plain of his nose, the thick cut of his throat. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed softly.
Ishir fell into a trance until Zee stirred, mumbling sleepily, eyes fluttering open.
“Hey,” Zee croaked, face taken over immediately by a wide grin.
The expression hit Ishir where he was already bruised. There was love there, right?
Why couldn’t he stop doubting this?
“Hey,” he whispered back.
Zee’s smile dimmed. “Let me guess—you’ve been awake for a while, mind going a hundred miles per hour.”
Ishir snorted. “Got it in one.”
“Come ’ere.” Zee pulled him into his big arms, the embrace calming Ishir all at once. “God, you smell fucking good in the morning. I could fucking eat you up, I swear.”
Ishir laughed. “Is that what you usually think?”
“Oh, man. Dude. You have no idea. Having to see you come out of your room shirtless, hair all over the place, all cute and sleepy and shit, and watch you eat my food? I’d have to go to my room and jerk off every time.”
“What?” Ishir couldn’t keep the amusement down. “You really are a perv.”
Zee groaned. “That’s what I’ve been telling you. I can’t stop. Like, I wanna fatten you up so bad.”
