14
AIDEN
I could taste Jed’s desire, could feel it in pulsing waves coming off his tensed body. Imagining the mess I’d caused in his mind made me feel like a selfish piece of s**t, just like my ex had often accused me of being.
But I wasn’t, and I refused to put my own wants above what he needed. I cared too much about our friendship to screw s**t up.
I ran my hand over Jed’s foot with its thin sock. He gasped but didn’t pull away.
“Your feet are cold.”
“Always,” he croaked.
Ignoring the discomfort of the massive hard-on in my pants, I got off his bed and went to his bureau.
Sure enough, he had a couple of pairs of fuzzy socks in the top drawer, and I grabbed his favorite Boba Fett ones he’d worn to my place the last time he’d been over.
I felt his stare on my d**k when I returned
