Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

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I struggled to catch my breath, to keep my moans stifled down deep inside, as I stuffed my softening, wet cock back in my boxers, hurriedly heading toward the kitchen—complete with a sink—and washed away my sins, just as the tinkling waterfall sounds diminished, and the sound of the shower door opened.

That was fucking close.

I nonchalantly zipped and buttoned my pants before turning to see Henry, towel around his waist, water gleaming on his bronzed skin, dark, wet hair falling in his beautiful eyes, and I was more than thankful I came already.

Because I was certain if I hadn’t, I would have right there.

Henry truly was a sight for sore eyes.

“Are you… showering before lunch or—” His cheeks pinkened as his gaze roved over me.

I shook my head. “Well, seeing as how we are down to fifteen minutes, I say probably not. Cam said the courtyard is about a ten minute walk, so we should probably leave as soon as possible.”

Henry nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be ready in a sex… I mean sec!”

He spun around, but I didn’t miss the scarlet flushing his cheeks as I let out a laugh.

How he didn’t know he was so very right indeed.

CHAPTER 20

Grayson

I let the water run over me, my hands braced against the stone wall. The heat and steam felt good, especially after sitting for the last few hours outdoors.

Not to mention, I was still overly stuffed from dinner.

Though after spending the evening mostly sneaking glances at Henry—who’d been avoiding me all night by talking to his sister and her beau—I was more than frustrated.

But I also had to remember that Henry didn’t really owe me anything, and talking to people who actually knew him, well, was probably a sort of comfort.

But damn it if I wasn’t jealous.

I wanted to be the center of Henry’s attention.

That wasn’t like me, at all. I didn’t chase after men, nor did I throw myself at their feet.

But I would have thrown myself over the fire pit and roasted my ass like a marshmallow if it would have caught Henry’s attention, which is why I’d taken it upon myself to leave the party early. Both me and my unruly cock had had enough taunting for one night.

Besides, it would probably be best to be by myself if only so I could take care of said frustrations and just pass the fuck out.

No doubt my sister had us scheduled for an early rise. Something I was not looking forward to.

Honestly, I barely registered anything except the sound of the water, and my own relief. I breathed much easier as I let out a deep groan, watching my release as it slid down the drain, along with my pent up frustrations.

I turned the water off, pulling the towel off the rack and wrapping it around my waist. In the dome, it was quiet, save for the melodies of easy listening jazz coming from my phone. Opening the door, I grabbed my phone, padding out of the bathroom, and almost stopped in my tracks as I laid eyes on Henry.

Who was in nothing but Star Wars printed pajama pants, on top of the bed.

Browsing his phone, but…

Panic laced through me as I wondered how long he’d been there.

What if he’d been there when I…

Or perhaps he’d been too engrossed with his phone.

“When… when did you get here?” I asked plainly as I headed over to my dresser.


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