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I stared at him waiting. Was he actually going to do it? If he did, maybe I would too. What was he waiting for?

When he finally reached for the button on his pants, my dick grew hard. Without a shirt, there was nothing to hide my bulge. What was I supposed to do?

He wasn’t looking at me as he pulled down his pants. As he stepped out of them and pushed them aside, he didn’t look up. I wondered why until I saw the outline of his large dick stretched across his boxer briefs. Cage was hard. Very hard. At least I hoped he was because he was already humongous.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Were we just getting comfortable for bed, or was something else going on? I drank in all of him making my hard cock flinch. When he finally met my gaze without looking down, he said,

“What about you?”

My cock flinched again. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my arousal even if I wanted to. Did I want to hide it?

I don’t think I did. I wanted him to see all of me. I wanted to see all of him. And with his eyes still locked on mine, I lowered my pants standing in front of him in just my underwear.

Cage did nothing but stare into my eyes until for a brief moment, he blinked down to see me. It made him smile.

“Should we get into bed?” He asked me.

“Okay,” I told him unsure what was going to happen next.

The two of us climbed into bed and under the sheets. We both laid on our backs staring at the ceiling.

“I should get the lights,” Cage said to me.

“I guess,” I told him barely able to hear him over the sound of my heartbeats.

Cage got out of bed again, flicked the light switch next to the door, and returned to bed in the dark.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but it was a moonlit night. Still not sure what was happening, I stayed on my back not looking at him. At no point did he move. Had he already fallen asleep? Could anyone fall asleep so quickly?

With the deafening silence enveloping us, I couldn’t take it anymore. Cage was so close that it was torture not to touch him. I had to at least see the beautiful body whose heat consumed me. So, moving like it was the most natural thing in the world, I rolled over settling on my side.

Buried in the shadows, I opened my eyes. He was facing me. His eyes were closed. Maybe he was asleep. If he was, it meant that I could look at him unhindered. I could examine every contour of his angular, masculine face.

Cage was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His wavy hair that lay gently across his forehead, his broad shoulders that sat uncovered, his lightly hairy chest, I desperately wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin next to mine would be enough to live the rest of my life on.

Needing to be closer to him, I moved my hand onto the bed between us. I was less than a foot away from his sleeping body and didn’t dare to get any closer. I wanted to. God did I want to, but I knew I couldn’t… until, as if sensing me there, Cage moved his hand between us an inch away from mine.

I could feel the heat of him on me. I could barely breathe. Parting my lips as my heart thumped, I couldn’t stand it. I needed to be closer. Being apart from him hurt too much.

Moving my fingers slowly, I stretched them out. They weren’t long enough. He was right there. I could practically feel them. I would need to move my entire hand if I wanted his touch. Could I do that, though? Should I do it?

My debate didn’t matter because as if he needed it too, his strong hand crossed to mine and moved on top of it. It was him who had done it. It could have been the reflex actions of someone asleep, but I didn’t think it was. He wanted to hold my hand and I wanted to hold his.

So, moving delicately, I allowed his fingers to fall between mine. When they did, I slowly intertwined them. It was everything I had hoped it would be. I tried to breathe without making a sound but it was the most erotic moment of my life. His touch was a swirling wind that encircled my warm, naked body.

I was in love with Cage. I could no longer deny it. And, touching him in the moonlight, there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be. I wanted this moment to last forever. It lasted for hours, but eventually, my exhausted heart slowed down and I fell asleep.

Chapter 8

Cage

I’m falling in love with Quin. I can’t deny it. Even as I lie in the morning light not getting nearly enough sleep, all I could think about was how I could touch him like I did last night.

When I heard him place his hand on the bed between us, I sent out my hand in search of his. I didn’t know if I should or if he would want me to, but I couldn’t stop myself. I need Quin. I ache to be with him. I feel like I would go crazy without him. And to be so close without being able to wrap my arms around him was torture.

I was about to relieve myself of the painful agony when I shifted and something buzzed. When it did, I realized I was still half asleep because it woke me up. I knew the sound. It was my alarm clock. I had forgotten to turn it off.

It was probably more accurate to say that I wasn’t foolish enough to turn it off. Ever since I had met Quin, getting eight hours were impossible. Even if I was in bed in time to do it, alone in the darkness was when I thought about him the most. So to have him here now was like a dream come true.

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