Tonight by Karen Stivali

Author:Karen Stivali [Stivali, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: M/M Romance, Love is an Open Road, gay romance, college, new adult, friends to lovers, crush, older brother’s bff, artist, athlete, coming out, in the closet, slow burn/UST, masturbation, blow job, frottage, first time
Publisher: Goodreads M/M Romance Group
Published: 2015-12-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

By the time I heard the front door to the apartment click open, six hours and three and a half movies later, I was convinced I’d imagined the whole afternoon.

Derek’s voice was muffled, but I could tell he’d been drinking. He always talked louder when he’d been drinking, and even with my bedroom door closed, I could make out some of what he was babbling. Something about pizza and how if Lily didn’t get back from her semester abroad soon he was going to go insane.

“Just one more month, dude. You can make it.” Wiley sounded calm. Which was the opposite of how I felt. I wiped my clammy hands on my T-shirt.

It seemed like an eternity before Derek mumbled the words “good night” and shuffled past my door. I was pretty sure he tripped on the coffee table on his way. His door squeaked as he opened it then rattled a little as he closed it. My heart beat in my ears. If Derek was in his room for the night Wiley was free to knock on my door. If that’s what he was going to do.

Tonight. The word echoed in my brain as I counted my heartbeats.

Time had never passed so slowly. Should I just go into the living room? Too scary. I forced myself to sit on my bed, wishing I had X-ray vision and could see what the hell was going on in the other room. Then I heard the bathroom door close and the roar of the shower.

Shit. I flopped back onto my pillows. Movie number four was just about over. Not that I’d been paying any attention. I stared at my laptop screen. Just as the credits started to scroll, I heard the shower turn off. I bolted upright in the bed, straining to listen. My fingers cramped from gripping the edge of the mattress.

How long does it take to dry off from a shower? Images of Wiley toweling off distracted me for a few seconds as the wish for X-ray vision returned with a vengeance.

One AM. I closed my laptop and set it on my nightstand.

The bathroom door still hadn’t opened. Had it? Maybe he’d opened it quietly and was already asleep on the couch. I checked the time on my phone: 1:03. I tapped the screen each time it went black, checking the clock over and over like a fucking lunatic. Two minutes. Five minutes. Nine. Nine minutes. It doesn’t take anyone nine whole minutes to dry off from a shower.

Fuck. He’s not coming. I closed my eyes and clutched my phone. Count to sixty. If he hasn’t knocked after ten minutes, he’s not going to.

Twenty… forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven. Shit. Forty-eight. My phone buzzed at forty-nine, and I nearly dropped the damned thing on the floor.

A text. Wiley’s number. Jesus fuck. I’d swear my brain was beating. My hands went hot and cold at the same time as I dragged my finger across the screen, leaving a sweaty smudge behind.

You still awake?

My hand shook as I typed back.

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