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I wipe his dick and belly the best I can. “Can you roll onto your stomach for me? I want to clean you up and check your hole.”
Zach mumbles something before rolling over. It’s not too messy since I used a condom, but there’s still lube. I gently wipe his ass before spreading his cheeks to look at his hole. I was worried about tearing when I expanded.
But, no, he’s red, and the hole is still gaping, but it’s fine. No tears or concerns. I’m sure he’ll be sore for a few days, though. I kiss his tailbone.
“You look ok. I don’t have any cream here, but if you have any at home, maybe rub some on. It should help with soreness.”
Zach nods before pushing himself up to a sitting position. He’s looking at anywhere but me, and I realize he’s coming down from the high. I’m not sure if he’s regretting this, but I feel like he might be more worried that I am.
I cup his jaw, forcing him to look at me. I make sure all the emotion I’m feeling is apparent on my face. I need him to know this felt like more to me. His lips part and I can’t help it. I need to kiss him one last time. This one is more innocent than the others but filled with emotion.
I pull back. “I want you to know, that felt like more than a one-night stand to me.”
Zach sighs, relieved. The tension leaves his shoulders. “Yeah, me too.”
I kiss him again. “I want to see you after I get back from Texas.”
Zach smiles goofily. “I’d love that.”
“Perfect. Let me help you get dressed then we’ll exchange numbers. If you start to feel weird about what happened tonight, I need you to call or text me. I don’t care what time of day it is. And if it’s tomorrow during the day, come find me. I don’t care who sees you. Your well-being is the most important thing.”
Zach flushes and sucks his bottom lip into his teeth. “I will. And you’ll do the same?”
I don’t doubt I’ll be fine, maybe creepily obsessive, and probably hard most of the day, but I’m not worried about the drop. Still, I appreciate the concern. “Yes, I will.”
I help Zach to his feet, then we both get dressed. It’s pretty obvious what we’ve been doing. Both of our suits are rumpled, Zach’s curls are all over the place, and I know my hair is a mess. I can’t even bring myself to care. We’ll just have to be careful when leaving.
Once we exchange numbers and make sure we’re as presentable as possible, I tidy up my desk and take the small trash bag before we leave. No one is in my hall, so we make it downstairs with no problem. The party is still bustling, and now Mariah Carey is blasting through the speakers. Three women are holding their beers to their faces like microphones while they drunkenly scream out the lyrics to the song. They’re going to be hungover tomorrow.
Zach and I make our way outside. I had ordered Ubers for both of us. We live in opposite directions, so it didn’t make sense to share one. I so badly want to invite him back to my apartment, but we both need some space to process everything. And I need to do some research on the knotting thing.
We wait mostly in silence for our rides. I feel like it should be awkward, but it’s not, none of those usual one-night-stand feelings. Zach’s Uber arrives first, so I kiss him goodbye. He shivers, but I don’t think it’s just because of the cold, even if it is freezing.
“Don’t forget to text or call if you need me,” I tell him quietly.
“I will.”
“And don’t be a stranger over the holidays.”
He grins sheepishly. “I won’t. And same goes for you. I don’t want to be the only one making an effort.”
I laugh at his cheekiness and bring him into a hug, kissing his head. “I promise I won't. Now go before your driver gets annoyed.”
I step back and he waves to me. “Merry Christmas, Alex.”
“Merry Christmas.”
Zach’s ride leaves. I’m left standing alone on the brown slush, waiting for my Uber. Why the hell does it feel like half my heart just drove away?
7
ZACH
Iwake up the morning after the party feeling somewhere between mortified and blissful, still partially high from our mind-blowing night but terrified about what Alex will think about everything in the light of day. I blindly reach for my phone on my nightstand, and my heart is pounding when I see I have a text from Alex.
How are you feeling, lamb?
Even alone in my bed with Tiberius pawing at my chest, the nickname makes me blush. I feel like maybe I should be insulted, but it kind of makes me feel special instead. Though, it’s possible this is a regular thing for him: hooking up with guys he works with and calling them some baby animal name.
