Page 22 of Sin Deep
“Like a rock, yes, sir. You’re warm.” He let his eyes close, let himself float.
“You’re quiet as a mouse. I barely heard you breathing.” Winter didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move either.
“No one’s ever accused me of snoring.” He chuckled at himself. Like he’d ever spent the night with a dude naked before.
“They would be lying, for sure.” Winter sighed and rolled to face him, then one finger reached out and touched his temple. “Look at you. Aren’t you beautiful in the morning-after, petit.”
He felt himself flush, going hot as fuck. He’d felt that way, seeing himself in the mirror, looking like—shit, he didn’t even have words. “Thank you.”
“You make me feel…” Winter took a deep breath and shook his head. “I suppose I don’t have words for it. Happy and…apprehensive.”
“Apprehensive? Did I do something?” He couldn’t imagine what he could have done, but it might not have dick-all to do with him.
“No, no. I told you I didn’t have the right words… I’m sorry. I…you’ll find I’m not the most optimistic person. Perhaps that’s a better way to put it. Part of me wants to lock you in so I know you’ll…stay.” Winter sighed again. “But don’t listen to me, you’ve known me for such a very short time. I’m so dramatic.”
Ah. Someone had walked out on him. Dammit. “Hey.” He kissed Winter’s forehead. “I got you. Whoever it was, sucks. And not in a good way, huh?”
Winter’s fingers brushed his cheek, and he got a sweet but sad smile. “So, do you prefer a savory breakfast, or a sweet one?”
“I love food. Seriously. I love to eat. I’d tell you I loved to cook, but my mom wouldn’t let me in the kitchen.” His mom was fierce about what men did and what women did. It was a thing.
“Well then. I will allow you in mine, and I have something else I can teach you.” Winter kissed him softly. “We’ve only scratched the surface I think.”
“Mmm…” He smiled so hard his eyes crinkled. “I have to warn you. Ollie doesn’t let me in the kitchen either.”
Winter laughed happily. “Oh my. That’s not a good sign, is it?”
“I’m not dirty or anything. I’m just…clueless, and I don’t want to piss anyone off.”
Winter blinked. “Goodness, I never imagined you’d be dirty. Not anywhere but here in bed, anyway.” The surprised look softened into a smile. “I specialize in clueless. What did you know about makeup before yesterday? Hm?”
“Just that girls painted their eyes with colors.” He kissed the edge of Winter’s smile.
“I rest my case. But I promised to make you breakfast, so the lessons won’t start today.” Winter sat up on one elbow, watching him. “I’m very glad you stayed.”
“I’m very glad you offered.” He dragged one finger down along the center of Winter’s chest.
“Do you think Oliver is worried about you?” Winter did the same to him, finger gliding through the channels between his muscles.
“No. Oliver is spending time with a guy. He does whenever the dude is free.” He wasn’t sure Ollie was getting what he needed, but that wasn’t for him to say. They weren’t that close.
Winter frowned. “Hm. Someone from the club?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know. I didn’t even know that Jackson had a boyfriend until Ollie told me.”
“Poor boy. Jackson is in good hands, don’t worry. And Ollie is a big boy, hm? So, I will worry about you, and I won’t keep any secrets.”
“I don’t have a lot of them. I just try to tell the truth, you know?” He just tried to be real, even when it was hard.
“Me too. There are some things that are more difficult to talk about than others, but I don’t have secrets.” Winter sat up slowly with a soft groan. “I am going to make you coffee and something to eat, petit. Shall we have it in bed, or out in the sunshine?”
“Whatever makes you happy. I want to hang with you, sir, talk to you, have coffee and tell stories about our favorite cartoons.”
“Have you a favorite?” Winter slid out of bed and pulled on a light robe, then went to a closet and brought one back to him.
“Thank you, and Dexter’s Laboratory. I loved his accent. I used to pretend to be a boy genius all the time.” He slid into the robe with a happy hum. “Soft. Thank you.”
“A boy genius. I can understand that.” Winter adjusted the robe on his shoulders and fussed with his belt, neither of which needed doing. He thought maybe Winter was looking for an excuse to touch.
