Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Cashel didn’t seem to know what to say but I didn’t have the same problem, so I gave my excited boy a kiss. “That’s wonderful planning. Now Cashel won’t be embarrassed and I won’t feel bad about having forgotten it again.”
In my defense, I’d never dated anyone that wanted to leave stuff at my place so I never thought about it until after we were mostly naked or already orgasmed and were in bed. It probably made me a bad Dom, but everything was different with them.
Cashel made a stressed sound and shook his head. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the one who’s frustrated by it.”
Gareth didn’t seem to like everyone’s worries, so he distracted us both with cheek kisses. “Now no one has to worry or apologize and I even picked out your sexy underwear and not the worn-out ones.”
Cashel’s face went through several different colors of red before he settled on a cherry color and huffed. “Thank you.”
Laughing probably would’ve made his embarrassment worse, so I was the one distracting everyone that time. “How are we getting your stuff downstairs? Suitcase? Carry it and confuse the neighbors?”
“Oh—” Gareth’s eyes lit up, but Cashel cut him off.
“Whatever you are thinking, the answer is no.” Glaring adorably, Cashel shook his head. “Duffel bag or something like that. We’re not moving or trying to become the talk of the building again.”
So I shouldn’t tell him that I’d been asked three times this week how things were going and if they’d gotten over the trauma of the spider?
“Fine.” Rolling his eyes, Gareth let out a dramatic sigh. “I’ll be boring.”
I managed not to laugh as Cashel gave him another glare and headed back to the bedroom to double-check Gareth’s work. Gareth waited until Cashel was out of sight and then perked right up, whispering softly as he grinned. “I was going to wrap it all up in trash bags like it was a dead body.”
Yep, we’d have been the talk of the building again…and probably the police station too.
“I’m not sure Cashel would let us do that, but it would get a good reaction.” And their walk of shame wouldn’t be the first thing anyone thought about any longer.
“It would.” The pout came back as he sighed again. “But Jude would probably kill us because everyone would think we’d killed Brady for doing something ridiculous.”
Probably.
“He’s not the type to want to be the talk of the building either.” He was slightly obsessive about keeping to himself, actually.
“Yeah.” Gareth’s pout didn’t last long and he smiled again. “We’ll find another way of driving him crazy.”
Because it was fun?
Revenge?
“Has everything been going good with him this week?” Most of the obsessive worrying seemed to have stopped, so I was glad when Gareth nodded.
“Yep, no weird lectures and only a few glares.” Gareth’s explanation had me wondering if I should laugh or have another talk with Jude.
“That’s good.” Keeping that mental debate on the backburner for the time being, I took Gareth’s hand and started leading him back toward the bedroom so we could check on a suspiciously quiet Cashel. “I think you guys not coming back home in pajamas or the clothes you were in the night before will help.”
And not coming back in my clothes would probably help too.
“You’re probably right but he worries about everything so I’m not sure.” Gareth shrugged like he just didn’t understand Jude. “Yesterday he was worrying about us being too quiet or something.”
Gareth didn’t always translate Jude-isms well so I wasn’t sure what he actually meant as we headed into the bedroom…but at that point, I lost all train of thought, so it didn’t matter.
Cashel was staring at the beds that were stacked neatly with clothes…lots of clothes. He finally looked over at Gareth who was smiling, obviously very pleased with himself. “This isn’t going to fit in the duffel bag.”
It would, however, have made a wonderful dead body.
Gareth looked between the beds, his head cocked slightly giving him a thoughtful expression. “Maybe we could make a few trips?”
I knew he wasn’t trying to move in because the closet was cracked open enough for me to see the rest of their clothes, but hearing his logic was going to be so much fun I just waited to see what would happen next.
“What did you pack?” Cashel finally stepped over toward his bed, studying his stacks before reaching out and leafing through what seemed to be his favorite pajamas and T-shirts, if I was remembering correctly.
“A bit of everything.” Gareth shrugged and seemed to think that should’ve been obvious. “Enough pajamas to make sure you don’t have to sleep in anything sticky just in case and clothes for now that it’s still kind of chilly but then stuff for when it gets warm again.”
Frowning, he studied the piles. “If it took us this long to grab clothes, I figured we should make sure we’re taking what we’ll need for the rest of the year too.”