The room was smaller than mine. It held a walk-in closet down the end of it, a bed beside the closet door, its headboard up against the wall under the front window. Bedside tables sat on each side of the bed, and a dresser sat on the wall next to the closet doors. A TV and an Xbox were on top of the dresser. It was plain but nice. It suited Saint.

I should have been paying attention to Saint, though, and not checking out the room because then I would have seen him remove his boots and tee. He had his thumbs hooked into his jeans when I looked, and he caught my eyes as he slowly slid them down his legs before kicking them off. He climbed into bed with his boxers on and placed his hands behind his head.

“Grab the light before you jump in,” he said.

Wait… what the fuck was going on here? Did he think I’d spend the night? Why would he want that? My heart danced in my chest. The hair on the back of my neck rose as my nerves kicked up another notch.

I couldn’t stand here like an idiot all night. I either had to walk out or get into bed. If I got into bed, then what? Would we fool around, and then he’d ask me to leave?

I didn’t want to question what was happening as then it’d all be out in the open and real. I wasn’t ready to hear real. If I was honest with myself, I was a little scared to hear what he wanted, where he wanted this to go. And Jesus, that made me the biggest pussy out there.

“Kylo,” Saint called.

“Huh?”

“Stop fuckin’ thinkin’. Get undressed, turn off the damn light, and get in bed.”

His words pushed me into action. I pulled my tee off, toed off my shoes, took off my socks, and then quickly removed my jeans. I left my boxers on like he had before I switched off the light and slipped under the covers.

The room was dark, but there was enough light coming through the window behind our heads since the curtain wasn’t closed. I lay straight and as stiff as a board next to him, blinking up at the ceiling. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be there in bed with him. I did. I liked his assertiveness, his confidence. I got off on those things, of someone else taking control. But my nerves were getting the better of me.

Did I make a move? Was that what he was waiting for?

I wasn’t sure my nerves would let me reach out and touch him.

Fuck.

I was in Saint’s bed. With him.

Never would I have thought I’d be here. Not with Saint.

He rolled my way, and in the next second, he had my body facing toward the door, and he was flush to my back with an arm over my waist.