Chapter 27
The bourbon only kept him occupied for so long. Dane paced, annoyed with how long Sean was taking looking up s**t, wanting to call it a night and go back to the professor’s place. s*x and a warm bed, Sean beside him, sounded good. And coffee in the morning while listening to the noises Sean made while eating sounded really good—maybe Dane would f**k him on the kitchen table this time.
“Could you stop moving around so much?” asked Sean, frowning from tablet to phone, comparing something. “You’re worse than the coffee rush hour at the Campus Jo.”
“We can do this tomorrow,” said Dane, walking back to where he’d left his bottle to stop himself from drinking so much, then picking it up and having another drink. He leaned over Sean’s shoulder as though to look at what the professor
