Chapter 9Too many things were swirling in Jeremiah’s head. This morning, he’d never considered inviting Zeeb into his house, and now he was covered in his spunk, and he was talking about being together forever.
It was too fast.
He sucked in a breath, and sucked in a breath, and sucked in a breath. s**t, what had he done?
He pulled the shirt over his head, mindful not to smear any come on himself, and used the back of it to dry off. Next, he reached for his underwear and jeans. Right as he buttoned the top button, he saw someone move right outside the window.
Either he made a sound or Zeeb noticed too. He snarled, yanked the door to the hallway open, and shifted. He was tangled up in his shirt but managed to get out of it within seconds. Then he sprinted toward the front door. Jeremiah
