53. Chapter 50
I wait for as long as I can stand it, before disconnecting from the game and telling the rest of them that I’m going to turn in early. Big day tomorrow and all of that. They see right through it, but considering the circumstances, they don’t call me out.
The shower’s still running by the time I make my way toward my room. My thoughts run rampant at the thought of Henry being naked. I can’t wait to relearn his body after months of going without him.
That thought makes my cock swell, imagining him pliant and pleased. “Ugh,” I groan and fall back on my bed. Taking things slow is going to kill me.
The shower turns off, and I sit up, adjusting a pillow over my lap so it won’t look completely awful that I’ve got an uncontrollable hard-on.
He passes by without a glance, straight to his room, where I assume he’ll stay. I don’t know what I thought would happen. That he’d come in here and throw himself at me?
Not likely.
I don’t really have an excuse to be sitting in my room alone, especially if he comes out of his room and looks this way. I could play on my phone or attempt to sleep, but neither of those options interests me.
I want Henry.
In whatever capacity he’ll take me.
Standing from the bed, I head toward his door. Leaning in so I can hear him, I lift my knuckles to knock on the door just as it swings open. He’s wearing sweats and a long-sleeve shirt that says Bake like you mean it .
“Oh,” he says, stepping back.
My brows draw together in question.
“I wasn’t expecting it to be you standing outside of my door.” He lets out a small laugh.
Again, I have no clue what to say, so we end up staring at each other for what feels like an hour before he shuffles around me and heads toward the kitchen.
Internally cursing myself, I decide, fuck it, I’ll just wait in his room. Surely, I’ll have something to say by the time he comes back.
Laying down in his bed, my eyes start to get heavy, and I groan at the smell.
Why does he smell so fucking good?
The bed moves under me, and I remember laying down on Henry’s bed waiting for him to come back. The thought jolts me awake, finding Henry sliding under the covers.
“You were just going to let me sleep here?” I ask, having to clear the sleep from my voice.
He looks over at me and says, “I figured you needed it.” I just stare at him, completely dumbfounded by his compassion.
“You were going to let me sleep in your bed with you because you figured I needed it?” I ask just to clarify.
The way the moonlight cuts through the blinds casts his mouth in shimmering white light. Those lips I’ve dreamt about so many times.
“Are you still having nightmares?” His question throws me off, but it’s fair.
“They’ve… gotten better since I started seeing Dr. Laurier.”
He nods, wiggling down between the sheets and turning on his side, away from me. “Goodnight, Banks.”
“Goodnight, Fancy.”
And for the first time in months, I sleep like a fucking baby.