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“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“I don’t know. I liked it. And he does look like the bad guy from an eighties ski movie, doesn’t he.”

“He’s the guy who’s won the ski tournament every year, who the oddball teenagers have to beat to save the lodge.”

Lou laughed. “Oh, you’re right! I can’t believe I’ve never seen that before.”

“It’s the hair. Only an eighties villain would be arrogant enough to wear it like that.”

Lou laughed louder and stared at me.

“What?” I asked smiling back.

“Nothing.”

The two of us continued swimming for a while longer until Lou got out. His underwear clung to his body. Everything about his naked flesh turned me on more than I could have imagined.

I didn’t hide my hard cock as I left the pool. Lou saw it and didn’t look away until my pants were back on. After, he looked up into my eyes making me think things I shouldn’t have.

When we were both dressed, Lou slipped his hand in mine and led me back into the house. With our fingers interlocked, he led me upstairs and into his room.

“We should probably take a shower,” Lou suggested shyly.

“Yeah,” I said excitedly.

“I mean separately,” he said correcting himself with his eyes closed.

“Of course,” I replied disappointed. “And, what about the sleeping arrangements? I could sleep on the floor if you want me to.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t mind.”

“You’re only here because you’re doing me a favor. I can sleep in the library.”

“There’s no bed in there.”

“I can sleep in the chair. It’s pretty comfortable.”

“And what happens if someone goes looking for a book because they can’t sleep. How would you explain that?”

“Then, what do you suggest we do?”

I looked at the bed again. “Well, the bed’s big enough. We could just sleep together. We’re both adults, right?”

“Right. And there’s plenty of room.”

“Right.”

“Then, I guess we’ll both sleep in the bed,” Lou said with his vulnerable eyes locked on me.

Chapter 5

Lou

I stared at Titus barely able to breathe. I couldn’t believe I was feeling like this about him. He was my buddy. My best friend. I wasn’t supposed to lose my grip whenever he took his shirt off.

On the other hand, there was no way anyone could know that that was what he looked like shirtless. And when he got out of the pool and his hard cock wrapped around his leg? What was I supposed to do?