More Than Meets the Eye - Page 126

“I will.”

“For the record, I told him to tell you about his situation weeks ago, but he refused to drag you into it.He isn’t big on talking about his troubles.”

Baz had gathered that much.Nice to know Sami’s reservedness hadn’t been personal.

“Why are you calling me out this early?”Sami whined, waltzing into the kitchen with his arms stretched above his head.He lazily threw them around Naija.

“Morning, lover boy.Didn’t hear a thing last night.”Naija pumped her eyebrows.

“You calling me easy?”

“I’m calling you smitten.”

“Shut up!”Sami exclaimed, then leaned in and whispered, “He said he loves me.”

Naija gasped.A soft squeal sounded through her pressed-together lips.They were aware Baz was standing barely two feet away and heard everything, right?

“Do you two need a moment?”he asked.

“No.We’re good.”Sami grinned as if secrecy had been achieved.He let go of Naija to melt into Baz’s chest—stealing his coffee in the process.Yeah, this was exactly the future Baz had signed up for.And what a bright future it was.

“Have fun, crazy kids,” Naija said.“I got the study group thing tonight, so I won’t be back until late.”Her wink was entirely unnecessary.

“Have a good day.Love you, N,” Sami called after her.

“Love you too.”

The front door slammed shut.Now he understood how Sami had gotten away with that bad habit for so long.

He tightened his arms around Sami, pressed a soft kiss right above the emerging stubble.Sami hummed.

“I can’t offer a bathtub, but we do have a spacious shower?”

“Lead the way.”

When Sami did, Baz stole a glance at his phone.

Eevee

cuuute omg

I’ll see what I can do!

Fantastic.

Turned out, his and Sami’s definition of spacious did not align—Baz’s was two people standing comfortably next to each other, Sami’s apparently was being able to squeeze in at all, even if one person had their back pressed against the wall at all times.It made no difference.They could have had all the space in the world, and he still would have sought Sami’s touch.

Pearls of water stuck to Sami’s chest hair.The way he ran his hands through his dripping curls made him look like a model climbing out of a pool for a perfume commercial.

Not lathering him up with soap would have been a waste; not stealing kisses would have been a crime.

Sami pulled him closer by the hips.Just feeling his hard-on against Baz’s was enough to make him hum.He wrapped one hand around them both.

Moaning, Sami’s forehead sunk against his shoulder.His nails dug into Baz’s neck, a sharp, intoxicating pain Baz needed more of, right now.

How they had managed to make it out of the shower at all, Baz couldn’t attest to with any credibility.All he knew was his fingertips were prunes and he had the honor of watching Sami with nothing but a towel around his hips massaging moisturizer onto his face.

“You can stop staring at me any time now,” Sami remarked.