of the hall. “Bathroom.”
Luke’s body slips beside me close enough for me to inhale the smell of his cologne.
Damn. Can you smell that? What’s that called? Walking Sex Drive?
He shuts the bathroom door and the back of my head immediately hits the light gray painted wall.
Fuck. I can’t do this. He can’t stay any longer than this. We both know I don’t have that kind of impulse control. Hints to how I ended up as a gay man with a pregnant woman.
The sound of the door opening forces my head to lean to the side as he strolls out of the room adjusting his shirt, giving me a peek at a Calvin Klein underwear label.
Oh yeah. I have no will power, so let’s flash underwear labels at me. That’s fair.
Luke stops a couple steps away and points. “You’ve got a pool table?”
“Yeah,” I clear my throat standing up straight, shoving my hands in my pockets to resist stripping him. “That’s my game room.”
“A game room,” he repeats leaning in it.
“Yup. You play?”
“Haven’t in years,” his voice trails off. “When I was in nursing school there was bar they’d all meet up at sometimes. I typically didn’t go, but when I did...pool was always my choice.”
“Wanna play?” The offer falls from my mouth before I can process why we shouldn’t.
Luke looks weary, but the minute I toy with my tongue ring between my teeth he caves, “Okay.”
“Okay,” I echo and motion for him to go in the room.
Inside, I watch him grab two pool sticks from the wall by the bar, handing me one. Luke takes the initiative to rack the balls and watching him leaned over the table has me toying with my tongue ring again.
It’s a tick. Shut up.
“How about a friendly bet?” I offer forcing him to glance up through his gorgeous lashes.
Picture perfect.
“What kind of bet?”
“Just a friendly get to know you bet.”
Luke’s Adam’s apple bobs slowly and my eyes zone in on it, my tongue desperate to drag itself up it.
If he keeps that up, I may lose.
He waits for me to continue and I grin. “Each time I miss a shot, you can ask me a question and I’ll answer. Each time I sink a shot, you shed an item of clothing.” When his face burns I smile wider. “And vice versa.”
Stutters come out his lips before he finally questions, “What happens if we run out of clothing?”
“I’ll accept sexual favors in return.”
“And you think you’ll win?”
“Against you? Definitely.”
He looks ruffled and I mischievously snicker.
That’s the thing I love about him. Just the right buttons get pushed and he goes from being a calculated control freak who color codes his socks and underwear to something wild and out of control. Raw. It’s captivating. And sexy.
“Fine. You wanna break?”
“Nah. I’ll give you a chance to at least get a shot in.”
“Big talk.” Luke says leaning forward running the stick between his fingers.
“Big cock.”
He misses the shot completely.
“Whoops.” I shrug walking around the table. “First question.” I devilishly smile and his eyes flare. “Why’d you wanna be a nurse?”
Luke stands his stick up and leans against it. “My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was younger. It was small and removed. They never mentioned anything to Erin, but I told myself right then, I would go to school to help people like those who helped my mom. To take care of others. I wanted to make a difference in the world like they had made in mine. I know doctors and surgeons were a huge part of it, but so were the nurses.”
“I don’t think you’re cold enough to be a doctor. Most that I’ve met are a lot more stand-offish than nurses.”
He shows me a flicker of a smile before continuing. “Anyway, during my first year in college it came back. Apparently more aggressive, which just cemented any doubt inside to do anything else.”
“It came back?”
“It did. They um...the plane crash that they died in. They were on their way back from a specialist.
Luke’s body slips beside me close enough for me to inhale the smell of his cologne.
Damn. Can you smell that? What’s that called? Walking Sex Drive?
He shuts the bathroom door and the back of my head immediately hits the light gray painted wall.
Fuck. I can’t do this. He can’t stay any longer than this. We both know I don’t have that kind of impulse control. Hints to how I ended up as a gay man with a pregnant woman.
The sound of the door opening forces my head to lean to the side as he strolls out of the room adjusting his shirt, giving me a peek at a Calvin Klein underwear label.
Oh yeah. I have no will power, so let’s flash underwear labels at me. That’s fair.
Luke stops a couple steps away and points. “You’ve got a pool table?”
“Yeah,” I clear my throat standing up straight, shoving my hands in my pockets to resist stripping him. “That’s my game room.”
“A game room,” he repeats leaning in it.
“Yup. You play?”
“Haven’t in years,” his voice trails off. “When I was in nursing school there was bar they’d all meet up at sometimes. I typically didn’t go, but when I did...pool was always my choice.”
“Wanna play?” The offer falls from my mouth before I can process why we shouldn’t.
Luke looks weary, but the minute I toy with my tongue ring between my teeth he caves, “Okay.”
“Okay,” I echo and motion for him to go in the room.
Inside, I watch him grab two pool sticks from the wall by the bar, handing me one. Luke takes the initiative to rack the balls and watching him leaned over the table has me toying with my tongue ring again.
It’s a tick. Shut up.
“How about a friendly bet?” I offer forcing him to glance up through his gorgeous lashes.
Picture perfect.
“What kind of bet?”
“Just a friendly get to know you bet.”
Luke’s Adam’s apple bobs slowly and my eyes zone in on it, my tongue desperate to drag itself up it.
If he keeps that up, I may lose.
He waits for me to continue and I grin. “Each time I miss a shot, you can ask me a question and I’ll answer. Each time I sink a shot, you shed an item of clothing.” When his face burns I smile wider. “And vice versa.”
Stutters come out his lips before he finally questions, “What happens if we run out of clothing?”
“I’ll accept sexual favors in return.”
“And you think you’ll win?”
“Against you? Definitely.”
He looks ruffled and I mischievously snicker.
That’s the thing I love about him. Just the right buttons get pushed and he goes from being a calculated control freak who color codes his socks and underwear to something wild and out of control. Raw. It’s captivating. And sexy.
“Fine. You wanna break?”
“Nah. I’ll give you a chance to at least get a shot in.”
“Big talk.” Luke says leaning forward running the stick between his fingers.
“Big cock.”
He misses the shot completely.
“Whoops.” I shrug walking around the table. “First question.” I devilishly smile and his eyes flare. “Why’d you wanna be a nurse?”
Luke stands his stick up and leans against it. “My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was younger. It was small and removed. They never mentioned anything to Erin, but I told myself right then, I would go to school to help people like those who helped my mom. To take care of others. I wanted to make a difference in the world like they had made in mine. I know doctors and surgeons were a huge part of it, but so were the nurses.”
“I don’t think you’re cold enough to be a doctor. Most that I’ve met are a lot more stand-offish than nurses.”
He shows me a flicker of a smile before continuing. “Anyway, during my first year in college it came back. Apparently more aggressive, which just cemented any doubt inside to do anything else.”
“It came back?”
“It did. They um...the plane crash that they died in. They were on their way back from a specialist.
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