Chapter 4
KAWEHI
It was Saturday night and every time the front door opened, Kawehi would lean over the counter to see who was coming in.
No matter how many times she looked, it wasn’t Dom.
Domenico.
Domenico Pallas.
Yes, she was losing her mind.
She felt like a schoolgirl at times, writing her crush’s name on her folder, but Dom wasn’t a crush. He was a friend.
That’s the line she drew in the sand, and he was respecting that.
Sort of.
She’d replayed that moment at the mall over and over again. The way he put his hands on her hips and stepped in closer. She’d started the touching so she couldn’t blame him for basically doing the same thing, could she?
His hands were warm, his fingers long, and the weight of his touch made her feel like a living, breathing woman again.
Why, she wondered, why had she been so blinded by… love? It was a question that she’d asked herself over and over again. How had she fallen for Nick? He was a sullen man for the most part and she was used to men in her life who were gentle, happy, and supportive. Sullen?
Not really.
But that wasn’t all that he was.
He’d be sweet off and on. He’d be thoughtful, too.
Then there were the times that he loved on her so hard it felt like she was swept right off of her feet. And then he’d hold onto her tight and tell her that she was everything he’d ever wanted and more.
He was always there, checking in with her and bringing her things.
It seemed thoughtful, but her uncle was the one who didn’t like it when he came around. Her uncle, who asked her to take a break. Take a step back and just think about it. About Nick.
She’d been so in love with Nick at that time she saw her uncle’s… hesitation as-
No, she hadn’t seen it as anything. Nick would always tell her that her uncle didn’t want to lose her at the bowling alley. That her uncle didn’t want her to be happy.
Nick had her thinking that her uncle was holding her back.
And if she’d been thinking clearly, she wouldn’t have felt like she needed to take a break from her family.
She wouldn’t have married Nick so quickly thinking that she was ready for something new in her life.
It seemed like the old adage was true. “Marry in haste. Repent at leisure.”
“Uh oh, it seems like you’re thinking about He-who-should-not-be-named.”
Kawehi sighed. “I was zoning out, wasn’t I?”
Her cousin Maile gave her a sorrowful smile. “It wasn’t that bad, honey. It would have just looked like you left a mannequin behind the counter.”
“A mannequin? Oh god! Really?” Kawehi hung her head. “I can’t believe it.” She pushed the thoughts away. “What can I get you, Cuz?”
“You don’t have to get me anything, I just-”
“Spit it out. Or go hungry.”
Maile laughed out loud and then covered her mouth. “Wow. You really are in a mood. Okay, fine. Won Ton Min and a coke, Miss Grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
Maile gave her a look that stopped Kawehi’s protest. “Please tell that to someone who doesn’t know you.”
“Okay, I’m a little grumpy, but you were right. I was thinking about Nick.”
Maile sat forward on one of the stools and leaned in. “Come on, spill it.”
Kawehi tried to wave it away. “Leave it alone or I’m not going back into the kitchen to order your food.”
“Like that would stop me.”
She got up from the stool and walked around behind Kawehi. Well, she tried to go behind Kawehi. But instead, the two women tangled up together and almost fell into the kitchen.
Looking up from the prep table, Kawehi’s and Maile’s uncle just tsked at them and waved his cleaver.
“What’s going on with you two? No come in here and make trouble!”
Kawehi and Maile managed to untangle themselves while they laughed.
“You two have lost all your senses!” What you like, Maile? Tell me and go back outside.”
“Won Ton Min, Uncle!”
Kawehi tried to cover Maile’s mouth with her hand, but Maile licked her palm and Kawehi pulled her hand away like she’d been bitten. “Gross!”
“Then don’t cover my mouth!” She sauntered out into the main room of the bowling alley with Kawehi following behind her. “So what’s happening with the jerk now?”
“Nothing. Not a damn thing.” Kawehi let out a breath and folded her arms across her chest. “No word on where he is and I don’t know who to talk to on base. Even if I got on the base, I wouldn’t have any idea where to go or who to ask.
“Dom said he’d try to find out for me, but I don’t think he should get involved. I mean-”
“Stop!” Maile narrowed her eyes at Kawehi. “Back it up.”
Kawehi realized what she’d said a moment too late. She’d told herself that she wasn’t going to talk about Dom, but then she’d just opened her mouth and-
“Dom?” Maile leaned in, resting her head on her hand. “Are you into kink now?”
Kawehi’s brow furrowed as she looked back at her cousin. “Kink?”
“You said Dom. Is that because he’s dominant?” She winked and leaned in, ready to listen.
“Dominant? OMG!” Kawehi’s palm collided with her forehead. “No! His name is Domenico. He’s a customer that came in the other night when some guys were giving me trouble. Dom helped me boot them out of the bowling alley and Uncle left us alone with food to eat.”
“Oh?” Maile gave her a wide-eyed stare. “Uncle playing matchmaker?”
“Maile! You know I’m married, I can’t-”
“You’re married to what? An empty seat at the dinner table? A mortgage that you have to pay all on your own? They repossessed his car, right? He’s a total douche.”
“Ew, I hate that word.”
“Stop being a dork, Cuz. Your husband is a deadbeat. And you have a guy who’s protecting you from assholes. Tell me more.”
“There’s not much to tell. We’re friends. We had something to eat together. That’s all.”
Maile gave her a look. “Don’t believe it.”
“Don’t believe what?”
“That that’s all. There’s more to this Dom guy. At least where you’re concerned.”
“Stop it, Cuz.”
Maile sat back and gave Kawehi a searching look. “You’re blushing.”
Kawehi heard the soft DING of a bell from the kitchen. “Oh good, your food is ready. Be right back.”
She moved into the kitchen and let out a pent-up breath. Yikes.
She really didn’t need Maile delving into her personal life. It was hard enough putting the pieces together in her own head, but Maile had a great imagination. She’d already put together a whole story about kink just because she’d called him Dom.
Oh, boy. She really needed to keep a better lid on her feelings.
And that’s exactly what she had for Domenico.
Feelings.
She just didn’t want or need to fall all over again.
Nick had done a number on her heart, and she just had no idea if she was smart enough to know when her feelings for a man was the real thing.
“Kawehi?”
She looked up and saw her uncle standing beside her. “Sorry, Uncle.”
He put his hand on her shoulder. “No need to be sorry, Kawehi.”
“I do. I listened to Nick, and he had my head turned around so much that I didn’t know which end was up. And I don’t know why he walked away.”
“What about that guy? The one from the other night?”
“Domenico?”
Her uncle smiled. “That one. He’s a stand-up guy.”
She smiled back at him. “You like him.”
“He’s a good one.” Her uncle picked up the bowl he’d finished preparing. “He’s not like the other one.”
“I want to believe that, Uncle.”
He shook his head. “You already do, Kawehi. You already do.”
He gave her a wink and walked to the back of the kitchen, leaving her to take the Won Ton Min out to Maile.
She was laughing at herself almost immediately. It was funny. She was funny.
Funny and stupid.
Her uncle was right.
He had always been right.
She didn’t just want to believe that Domenico was a good guy. She knew he was.
Still, she was having a hard time trusting her feelings.
And that was all her own problem.
Something she would have to figure out.
She walked out from the kitchen and set the bowl down in front of her cousin. “So, how is work?”
“Deflection,” Maile gave her a knowing look and reached for the yellow mustard and soy sauce.
Kawehi looked away. “Deflection because I really don’t like that mustard.”
Maile laughed. “Your loss. This stuff is delicious.”
“Look at it this way, Cuz.” Kawehi offered, “Since I don’t like it, it’s more for you.”
“Whatever.” Maile snapped apart the chopsticks and used the ends to stir the yellow spicy mustard and soy sauce. “Now, tell me about this guy.”
“No.” She took a step back. “I’m not talking about this.”
“I don’t just come here to see your pretty face, Cuz. I want dirt.”
Kawehi lifted her hands in the air. “No dirt. Oh well.”
“No, seriously,” Maile managed to speak around a bite of saimin noodles, “throw me a bone and tell me something about him. Is he hot? Stupid hot?”
Kawehi shook her head. “Stupid hot? What’s that?”
“So hot that it makes you stupid, Stupid.”
“Ha ha. Thanks. Name calling. Really mature.”
“You’re the one who won’t tell me about this guy you met.” She picked up another bite with her chopsticks. “What’s his name again?”
“Dom!”
“No,” Maile grumbled around her next bite. “Not the kinky nickname. I’m talking about his real name.” She picked up her napkin and wiped at the corner of mouth. “What’s his real name?”
“Domenico.”
Maile coughed and almost choked on the noodles she had in her mouth and managed to look up. “Oh my god. Is that him?”
Kawehi wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
“Hey, Dom.”
“Hey, Dom!” Maile held out her hand as if she expected him to kiss her knuckles. “I’m Maile, Kawehi’s awesomely fun cousin.”
He shook her hand and didn’t react to her slightly pouty expression before turning back to her.
“Sorry to stop in.”
She shrugged. “Not a problem.” She looked at his clothes and her skin prickled hot up and down her arms. “It’s good to see you.”
He must have seen her look and his smile deepened. “I just finished up my work at KBAY and thought I'd stop in and see you."
She gestured at the chair he’d occupied about a week before. “You want to sit down and have something to eat? I can get you whatever you want, I-”
“Sorry, I can’t stay. I have to get back to my quarters and get some sleep, but I just wanted to see you and remind you that you and I have a date to go to the beach.”
“Date?”
Kawehi tried to ignore her cousin, but it was nearly impossible as she was staring at Domenico like a goldfish out of her bowl. “If you want to change your mind, just know that I’ll be okay without the beach. Remember, I’m not a big swimmer.”
“I know you say that,” he smiled, “but I think you’d have a good time relaxing if I could just get you there. And I did win at mini golf, so it’s my choice.”
“I know,” she smiled at him. “Everything's okay at the base, right?”
Smiling, he stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Yeah. Everything's great, I just wanted to see you. I had a great time the other night.”
“Dom-”
He reached out and touched his hand to the side of her face.
She leaned into his touch and swallowed against the tightness in her throat. It was a strange reaction, she knew, but the last time she'd felt this close to a man he...
"Hey," he brushed his thumb across her cheek, "it's not a big deal. We'll go, sit on the sand, maybe get in the water, talk. Nothing stressful, I promise."
"Okay... but we'll have to play some kind of game again so I can win and pick the next-"
"Date?"
Kawehi looked at her cousin and gave her the stink eye.
Maile pinched her smile down into a thin line, but her eyes were still smiling.
When she looked back at Dom he was smiling too.
"I don't care what you want to call it, Kawehi, I just want to spend some time with you."
When he stepped back, Kawehi felt the loss keenly. Her cheek felt cooler than normal as if the air-conditioning had kicked up suddenly.
"I'll see you on Monday."
“I wish I was seeing you on Monday,” Maile’s laugh was more of a snort than a giggle, “but I don’t poach.” She gave Kawehi a wink.
He nodded. "Let me know if you want me to pick you up."
"I'll text you with the address."
He looked behind him before he took another few steps back. "Feel free to call me, too. If you want."
"Or you could call me."
She smiled at the way his expression brightened at her words. She felt it in her chest, like light building up inside of her.
He nodded. "I will. See you soon."
He turned and headed for the door, and she could have left it there, but something inside of her pushed her for more. "Dom?"
He stopped with his hand on the door, ready to open it. "Yeah?"
“Be careful.”
“I’m always careful, gorgeous.” He gave her a wink and left the bowling alley.
That's when she let out a breath.
“Holy shit balls, Cuz.”
Kawehi turned to look at her cousin. “Stop saying those things.”
Maile waved off her warning. “You’re here griping about my cursing and I’m about to fall off of this chair because your ‘Dom’ isn’t just stupid hot, he’s f-”
“Stop!” Kawehi dropped her face into her hands.
“You’ve got a boyfriend! I thought I’d never see the day that you’d pull yourself out of this funk you’ve been in. And what a man! He’s-”
“Yes, he’s hot and yes, I’m stupid, but I just can’t talk about this right now, okay?”
“Wow.” Maile set down her chopsticks and walked around the counter. She took Kawehi by the shoulders and lowered her voice as she looked into her cousin’s eyes. “I know I give you a lot of grief, but it’s been two years since your husband took off. There’s got to be something you can do to cut those ties officially. You’ve got this guy… this man running over here to see you after work just because. When did Nick ever do anything like that?”
Maile waved off her own question with a shake of her head.
“Seriously, I got chills watching the two of you.”
“I don't want to hear about your chills.” Kawehi moved down the counter to bus the dishes left behind by one of their regulars, stacking the dishes onto one pile. "It's not about chills."
"It's totally about chills. I know what I see."
Kawehi put the pile into a dish tub at the back counter and returned with a wet cloth to wipe down the counter. "He's a nice guy."
"He's a hottie."
"He's very sweet."
"He's totally into you."
Kawehi turned her head to look at her cousin. "I'm not interested in getting into a relationship."
Maile paused with noodles pinched between her chopsticks. "You may not be interested in getting into one, but that doesn't stop the fact that you are getting into one."
Kawehi's shoulders sagged at the thought. "I wasn't looking for one."
“Of course you weren't, Cuz. And I love that about you.” She lowered her chopsticks and shook her head. "That doesn't change the fact that you've got a stupid-hot marine stopping in just to say hello. And look at you like he wants to push you up against that wall and lay one on you."
“Maile!”
“Kawehi!” She laughed softly. “Seriously, I feel like you’ve been sleepwalking for a while and now you’re waking up and I’m so fucking glad.”
She gave her cousin a look of frustration.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry for swearing, but just think about it. I’m going to keep you focused on my stupid stuff until your stupid hot Marine takes you to the beach. I don't suppose you'll take a picture of him in his swimsuit for me?”
Kawehi rolled her eyes and finished wiping up the counter with quick furtive circles. "No."
"Oh... you know I wonder if he's a board shorts kinda guy or if he's a Speedo kind of guy. I think board shorts, but I gotta tell you, after seeing that ass walking out of here, I'm dying to know what he'd look like in a Speedo."
"Maile! Stop!"
Kawehi felt her cheeks heat up and she turned to lean back against the counter. “Just eat, please, just eat. I need a few minutes.”
Maile got up from her seat and leaned in over the counter. She put her hand on Kawehi's shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be nice for now, but later, I'm going to want to know what your boyfriend looks like at the beach.”
Kawehi shook her head and let out a laugh. "He's not my boyfriend. We're just... friends."
The snort she heard from her cousin was followed by a loud laugh. "You keep saying that, Cuz, but no one is buying it."
PALLAS
Pallas rolled over in bed and picked up his phone when he heard it chime. He had always been a light sleeper, but in this case, he was pretty glad that he wasn't a deep sleeper.
KAWEHI: Just got home and you're in trouble, mister.
He narrowed his eyes at his phone confused.
PALLAS: I'm sorry?
KAWEHI: You better be. LOL
He let out the breath that he'd been holding and hit DIAL.
The call picked up almost immediately.
"You have no idea what my cousin put me through after you left today."
He smiled. Her voice wasn't upset. She was laughing even though she sounded tired. "What did she do?"
"She kept asking me to take a picture of you at the beach so she could see what you look like. She thinks you're stupid-hot."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Well, I guess. She thinks it's a great compliment, but I'm not sure I'm all that excited about my cousin lusting after you."
Lusting?
Maybe if he'd been in uniform or walking around his quarters, her words wouldn't have had the reaction they did. But he was in bed with his boxer briefs, the only thing he was wearing between the top sheet and his bed. Hearing Kawehi grumbling about her cousin lusting after him had an instant reaction from him.
"Well, I wouldn't mind a photo if you wanted one. I know I'm looking forward to seeing you relaxing on the beach."
"I'm probably going to just lay out in the shade and relax."
"That's fine by me. This isn't supposed to give you stress."
"It's not really," she sighed, "I'm just not all that comfortable wearing a bathing suit."
"Then wear shorts and a T-shirt if you want. I just want time with you."
There was a pause in the conversation and then she spoke again. "I just want to spend time with you, too. I just feel like I'm dangerously close to crossing a line I told myself I wasn't going to cross again."
Pallas reached out and turned on the lamp beside his bed. "Talk to me."
He listened intently as she drew in a breath and let it out again.
"When you came in that first night, I was impressed with the way you stepped in to help. And talking to you was nice. Easy. I liked it."
Okay. "I liked it a lot, too."
"And then playing mini golf, I haven't had so much fun in a long time."
"Same here." He felt an ache in his chest, worried.
"Maile called you, my boyfriend."
"Maile? Your cousin?"
"Yeah. She said that I'm finally out of my funk. Which I can see why she said that, but I'm not sure I'm ready for it."
"Kawehi-"
"I don't know if you're ready for it either." He heard a deep, in-drawn breath. "As long as we're friends, I think it'll be okay. I'm just worried if you think this is something more, that you're not ready for the emotional baggage I'm dragging along with me."
"Do I think we're friends? Absolutely. Do I want to be your boyfriend? Absolutely. The instant you're ready to call me that, I'm here for it."
"But-"
"As for your emotional baggage? I'm strong. I can help you carry it."
"Dom-"
"'Wehi, I know that you're legally not free at the moment, but that's not something that worries me. He left and hasn't contacted you since. That's his fault. Not yours. I'm here and I want to spend time with you. As friends? Sure. But I've kissed you and I want to keep on kissing you. And when you're ready, I'll be happy to share more with you. I have my eyes wide open where it comes to you, Kawehi. I like what I see." He lowered his voice as he spoke. "I like what I feel when I'm with you. When I think of you, I like what I feel. I think this is just the beginning of something really good for both of us."
He held himself back from talking, hoping to hear what she was thinking.
What she was feeling.
"I think so, too." He hoped that she was smiling. It certainly sounded like she was. "I know I didn't say I'd call you tonight... or text, but I wanted to hear your voice. So I texted you hoping that we could talk a little. I know you have work tomorrow-"
"You can text me anytime. I'll text or call you back when I can. I can't always pick up at that moment."
"Who can?" She laughed. "I'm not the kind of person who's needy or clingy. That's not who I am, Dom, but I've been hurt and I'm trying to work my way through it."
"You're still being hurt, Kawehi. I don't... I don't want to get your hopes up, but I feel like I should tell you that I've talked to someone on base who might be able to help us find your husband."
The call went silent on her end, and he wondered if he'd overstepped somehow.
"Us?"
He heard the question in her voice, but he thought he also heard something like hope. "Yeah. Us. No matter what happens between you and me, you deserve to find Nick and at least serve him with papers so you can get your life back on track."
Pallas heard her sniffle, but nothing else.
"Kawehi?"
"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know what to say to you. I don't know how to thank you."
He closed his eyes and wished that he could hold her tight and comfort her. "I can't promise that everything will work out with him and your divorce, but I want you to know that you have me on your side."
"One day," she sighed, "you're going to get tired of trying to help me."
"No." He was sure of that answer. "I'm not going to ever get tired of helping you. Isn't that what friends do?"
"Friends! Yes." He was pretty sure she was putting a little too much 'happy' in her voice. "Of course. We're friends."
"And that's a great thing," he smiled as if he was looking right at her with her eyes on him, "because being friends is probably the best way to start a lasting relationship. My parents and grandparents started out that way."
She'd gone silent again and Pallas felt bad that he hadn't explained it the right way from the beginning. They were still learning how they communicated with each other.
"I meant it when I kissed you," he told her. "I want more with you. I want everything with you, but I'm not about to force the issue in any way. Just know that I'm here for you as a friend because that's what you need me to be right now."
"My cousin's going to be so upset. She thought you were my boyfriend." Her laughter was filled with relief.
"Well, I'm going to be that, too. Like at the beach. I might not be able to stop myself from holding you. Or maybe if I'm lucky, you'll need someone to put sunscreen on your back."
"I think you'll be in luck then, Dom."
"I think I'm lucky right now. I'm glad you texted me."
"And I'm glad you called."
He heard her sigh and then the soft click of a switch.
"Are you in bed?"
She hummed softly before she answered. "Mmmhmm. I'm so exhausted I didn't even get under the covers. I just stretched out on top of everything."
"In your work clothes?" Yes, he was probably pushing a little by asking the question, but that soft, dreamy voice of hers had his heart pounding in his chest and blood rushing down to-
"No. I changed clothes while we were talking." She yawned and he barely stifled his own in turn. "I didn't want to miss a minute of talking to you."
"You sound like you're about to fall asleep on me." He grinned at the idea.
"That sounds like heaven." She sighed and he had a feeling that she was talking about it in the physical sense. "I bet you'd be a really good pillow."
"That sounds like fun. I wouldn't mind being your pillow."
"Yeah?" Her laughter sounded almost like a soft sigh. "Well, don't complain when your arm falls asleep. I'm a heavy sleeper."
He had a feeling that her mind was tumbling her thoughts around in her head. "I wouldn't complain if I had you in my arms. I think I'd be tempted to sleep in if you were around."
"Oh, good. I like sleeping in..."
"Kawehi?"
"Hmm?" Her voice was tender and sleepy.
"Put your phone down so you can fall asleep."
"It's down." He heard fabric rustling near the phone. "On my pillow. 'Night."
"Good night, Kawehi."
"'Night..."
She didn't speak again, but he waited for a minute or two just in case. Then he ended the call and put his phone back on the bedside table on the charging pad and turned off the light.
He hadn't planned on talking to her, but he was glad he had.
When he'd seen her earlier with her cousin at the bowling alley, he had a feeling that there was something going on that he didn't understand. With just her uncle around, Kawehi had been easy to talk to. Having her cousin around made her tense. He didn't think that her cousin was mean to her, but it seemed like her cousin was much more interested in what was going on between himself and Kawehi.
Maybe it was just what she'd said, that her cousin thought that he was... What was the way she'd said it?
Stupid-hot?
Pallas laughed at the phrase. It sounded like something Axl would say. Grinning to himself in the near-dark of his bedroom, he wondered what it would be like to have Kawehi around the other guys on his Special Operations Team.
He turned over on his back and looked up at the ceiling where the fan turned and turned above his head. Pallas had never met a woman like Kawehi before. And he'd never even thought of bringing a woman around his team.
As far as he knew, they were all dedicated bachelors.
Things could change, he reasoned.
He could be the first guy and start the others falling.
Laughing softly to himself he pulled up the top sheet and felt the way it dragged over his erection. He'd gotten hard talking to her near the end and it still hadn't relaxed after he'd ended the call. It didn't surprise him much. Around her, listening to her voice, especially after he'd kissed her? It wasn't a problem of getting hard, it was hiding it from her.
He didn't want her to think that he was looking to jump into bed with her just because he was horny. He wanted things to happen when she was ready. It didn't hurt that he'd been ready since the moment they'd started talking to each other in the bowling alley.
Reaching one hand down under the top sheet, Pallas gripped his cock to adjust its position in his boxer briefs, but the moment he had it in hand, he wasn't ready to let it go.
He'd been asleep when she'd texted, but like he already knew, it wasn't hard to get hard when it came to her.
He gave his erection a squeeze and bit the inside of his cheek as his cock swelled in his hand. He felt a tingling sensation in his lower back and dragged his hand over his cock, all the way to the base of it and back up to the tip.
"Fuck."
"I bet you'd be a really good pillow..."
Her voice had been soft with a sleepy quality to it and her sigh? It was pretty close to a moan.
With his eyes closed, Pallas imagined her lying close to him in bed, her hand on his dick.
As he moved his hand up and down, he swore he heard her voice in his head. Talking to him. Encouraging him.
And maybe even begging him to make love to her.
He groaned as his cock throbbed in his hand. "You don't have to beg, 'Wehi." He hissed through his clenched teeth. "I'll give you anything you want. Anything to make you happy."
He tightened his fingers around his cock and felt an electric sensation shoot along his spine.
He knew she'd be tight around him. Perfect. Squeezing him tight.
"Oh, shit."
He hadn't planned it, but he certainly wasn't going to stop it as he exploded with his hand wrapped around his cock. His hips flexed forward over and over as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His skin tingled all over his body and he ended up laughing at himself.
"That didn't take long."
Pallas shook his head.
It hadn't, but it had been a long time since he'd had sex.
And he'd been primed since the night he'd met Kawehi, imagining the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin against his.
When it came down to it, it was probably a good idea to get it out of the way.
Maybe he'd be able to keep himself from getting ridiculously hard when they were at the beach. He didn't want to embarrass Kawehi by walking around with her at the beach, hard as a pole in his trunks.
Reaching under the top sheet, he used his boxer briefs to wipe himself off and then peeled them off to toss them across the room into his laundry hamper.
Being naked under his sheets wasn't easy either. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own and that meant thinking about Kawehi. Groaning out loud, he lifted an arm and draped his forearm over his eyes. It was going to take a while to get to sleep now. Falling asleep with an erection wasn't easy, but he needed to sleep before his alarm went off.
Yeah, life was changing for him.
In the best ways possible.