Oh, how I want to jump him all over again.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he laughs, running his hands over his face.

“Yeah well, someone had to. You were going to poke a hole through the blanket with that steel rod you had.” I smile, getting off the bed.

I can feel his eyes on me as I walk over to the bathroom. I look over my shoulder to see that I was right— he is totally watching my ass.

“You’re not subtle, you know,” I snicker, shutting the door behind me.

After wiping myself off and brushing my teeth, I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” I ask, opening it up. I see Nathaniel standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts, his chest and abs on full display. I notice small, faint hickey marks crawling up his neck. My dick twitches yet again at the sight of them.

Dammit, I'm naked - he probably saw that. His eyes flit down to my dick and then back up, biting his lip.

This guy is going to be the death of me.

“Don’t shower yet,” he states. My eyebrow quirks up. Again, already?

He rolls his eyes, obviously sensing what I'm thinking. “Let’s go for a run.”

22

nathan

“You’re a fucking animal,” Caleb laughs, shaking the water from his hair as he walks out of the bathroom.

I didn’t realize how much better my cardio is than his until I outran him by a solid mile. I slowed down once—briefly—but it was too fun staying ahead. Ever since school, I’ve really prioritized eating healthily and moving my body. Where Caleb was always naturally fit, I have to work for my body.

“All that muscle and no stamina?” I tease, grinning as I shake my head.

I beat him back to the hotel and even managed to shower before he caught up. Okay, that was a dick move—but I won't do it every time. Unless he runs with me again. God, I hope he runs with me again.

Although, there are other types of cardio we could do together…

I push those thoughts away and focus on what I’m doing: breakfast. After days of takeout and overpriced room service, I insisted on slipping across the street to a convenience store while he was in the shower. I was able to pick up eggs, toast, a couple bananas, and two ginger shots. Along with a special little surprise I’m buzzing to give him.

It’s pretty basic, but he’ll get the message.

“What’s all this?” Caleb says, wide-eyed as he sits at the kitchenette island.

“I made us breakfast,” I shrug. “Try this first.” I slide the ginger shot toward him.

He lifts it, sniffing the cap, brow raised. “Woah. That’s aggressive.”

I laugh. “Yeah, it's a punch to the face.”

He grins and raises the shot to his lips. “So, I give you a few orgasms and suddenly you’re making me breakfast?”

“Four,” I correct smoothly. “If you count the one you gave me by accident when you tickled me on the floor.” Why hold back now?