Page 75 of The Guy Next Door
“So you want to be boyfriends?”
“Nice deduction there.” As I chuckle, he says, “You think us being boyfriends is funny?”
I spin toward him, and his hold relaxes so I can face him. His bangs are pressed down against his forehead, his eyes only open slightly.
Zane says, “It’d be easier for me to keep you safe if we were boyfriends.”
“Is that why you want to be boyfriends?”
He shakes his head. “Added perk. Looks like I’m gonna need to give you a spare key now.”
The warmth in my cheeks practically burns. Why does something so simple make me feel so damn good?
“I like that,” I say, “even if this is the weirdest-ass circumstances for guys to become boyfriends.”
He reaches up to my face, strokes his knuckles across my cheek. “Well, we are weird, aren’t we?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna enjoy getting used to that,” he says. “Oh, I was just talking to my boyfriend. Sorry, I’m busy; I have planswith my boyfriend. Can’t do Friday; that’s date night with my boyfriend.”
“My boyfriend’s so fucking weird.”
“Your boyfriend’s so fucking horny.” He takes my hand and places it on his crotch.
“Guess your boyfriend’s gonna have to do something about that.”
And as he grins, I know this is gonna be a fun morning.
20
ZANE
Since Leif’s parentsare gone for the week, I wind up staying over more often. It’s easy enough since I can bring my laptop and work at his desk. He’s got a strict no-guns-in-my-parents’-house rule, which is fair enough, but even without my gun, I’m more relaxed over here than I ever was watching surveillance footage from my place.
I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much goddamn food in my life, which is an amazing feeling. And we’re filling up in other ways too. Lots of BJs, jerking off, and anal that I can get whenever my dick’s hard.
Leif satesallmy appetites.
Then after the final fucks at night, we’ll stream something. I’m willing to put up with a few romantic comedies for him, and he’s more open to psychological thrillers than straight-up horror, since apparently, I traumatized him withIt Follows, which he’s still got on his mind even after a few days.
Unfortunately, playing house comes to an end when his parents come back the following week, but Leif doesn’t let that stop the sleepovers. Now he’s sneaking over to my place for the night.
But during the day, when he’s at his parents’, all my worries and anxieties are as intense as ever. My life is back to watching footage and cramming in work whenever I can manage. It’s the beginning of the second week of December when I get a text from Leif:So Mom and Dad wanted me to invite you to come over for dinner sometime this week.
They hadn’t mentioned it since they got back, so I was thinking they’d been busy trying to get back to their routine.
LEIF: Does my boyfriend have plans for Wednesday night?
A familiar swirl of warmth in my chest.
I can’t help myself—it feels so damn good every time either of us says it.
I’ve always thought that was such a stupid word:boyfriend. Doesn’t sound so stupid when Leif calls me it, though. I’ve never had one, and neither has he. For different reasons, obviously. Him because of the whole thinking he was straight, which is amusing, given the number of times I’ve come inside him since we started messing around. Me because I’d never met anyone I even considered doing something like that with.
Until Leif.
I was supposed to protect him, not fall for him, but I couldn’t help myself. He’s too fucking hot. Everything from that sexy-ass smile to those goddamn beanies. And now that I’ve gotten to know him, I’m greedy for more.