Chapter Ten
CHAD
The movie f*****g sucked.
Like it was the most boring film I’d ever seen. Nothing exploded, and I couldn’t understand their accents. Even the little bit of s*x was boring, and none of the dudes turned me on in the slightest.
But Victor was asleep, his head against my chest and my arm holding him in place. There was no way I was moving. I didn’t care that my arm was going numb, or that there was a damp spot on my t-shirt from Victor’s drool. This was perfect.
I breathed in his scent. It was more than the smell of woods. There was a musky scent that I’d only ever smelled on him, and with him so close to me it was making my c**k throb. I was tempted to lick his neck, to find out if his scent had a taste or not.
He was wearing the most ridiculous pajamas I’d ever seen. I
