I worried he might not come over but when I woke up, he was seated on the floor by the bed, playing video games with his headset on. Sitting up, I took in his back, the rapid movements of his thumbs over the controllers—climbing down from the bed, I took a seat behind him, pulling his back tight to my chest, feeling him stiffen. “Theo—”
“Come to bed,” I whispered, kissing his neck.
“It’s already past ten—”
“Bed,” I repeated, nipping his shoulder. I just wanted to sleep next to him.
He stiffened, pausing the game, leaning forward to shut it off. Licking my lips, I looked at his back, rump raised before me, and got to my knees, gripping his hips and grinding my lower body forward against him. A soft noise, his body tensing against mine.
Sweatpants are too easy t
