Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Sway had just popped the cap on his body wash when he heard the door creak open slowly.
“Did you need a towel, Sway?”
What the fuck? “No, Sam. Get out of here, I already got my towel.” Sway peeked from behind the curtain, not surprised to see Sam’s sly grin. The guy was all pearly white teeth and dimples. A baby smooth face that couldn’t even produce fuzz on his chin. But, those wide gray eyes told the story of the life he’d lived. Sway didn’t care how mature Sam was, he was too damn young and not Sway’s type.
“I can help with your back,” Sam whispered just loud enough for Sway to hear him over the running water.
“You’re way overstepping again, Sam,” Sway warned. Now, get your twenty-year-old ass out of here while I’m naked, jailbait! Sway’s serious tone was enough to make Sam hurry back out of the bathroom.
Sway waited a moment to be sure Sam didn’t try to pull a fast one—he had before. He picked up his bottle of shower gel and poured some in his washrag, just putting it up to his neck when he heard Tweetie bang on the door.
“Hurry out of there! I wanna know how it went!”
God, can I just have a moment to bathe? Sway finished washing, and cinched his robe around his waist before he stepped into the hallway. Sam was right there at the linen closet pretending to refold the few towels and rags inside it. The space was narrow, and in order for Sway to get into his room, he had to either rub past Sam or ask him to move.
“Sam, let me get in my room,” Sway grumbled.
Sam turned feigning surprise to see him standing there dripping wet. “Oh, sure. Sorry.” Sam’s eyes lingered on Sway’s mouth as he moved to the side, but not quite far enough. He could’ve sworn he felt a hand brush his hip, but he ignored it and slammed his bedroom door and locked it behind him. He couldn’t hide forever in his small sanctuary. He put his few dirty clothes in his hamper, and replaced the ones in his book bag with another set. He wasn’t staying at Brian’s again tonight, but he kept spare clothes in his car in case there was ever an emergency and he had to stay at work.
Sway dressed in a pair of jeans and his best sweater. It wasn’t designer or anything, but it’d been washed enough until it felt as soft as cashmere, and the deep beige went well with his brown boots. He decided against more cologne and instead went all natural. He wanted Brian all over him, the same way they’d slept last night. Wrapped around each other. Sway picked up his cell before he realized it to see if he’d maybe missed a text in the time he’d driven home and showered.
Damn. He was getting bad already. He hadn’t even been gone an hour.
Tweetie’s southern twang penetrated the thin walls. “Sway are you avoiding me?”
Like that’s possible. Sway put a little styling gel in his hair to tame the deep waves and checked his outfit one more time before leaving his room to face the music.
“Well. It’s about time. I thought my social security would get here before you.” Tweetie laughed, his mom following right behind her. “So. Start from the time you entered through his door and don’t leave out a thing.”
Sway groaned but he couldn’t stop the smile. The two of them really were something else. Two modern Golden Girls. Tweetie took a large gulp of her Dr. Pepper while his mom sat on the far end of the couch—her scooter within reach— drinking probably her second cup of coffee from her favorite mug.
“Can I at least get a little breakfast, first? Two little gossiping hens is what you are.” Sway loved the scowls they gave him.
When he came back with his coffee, Sam was just leaving his mom’s room with her bed linen. He gave Sway a discreet pucker of his lips and inched past him to drop the freshly dried sheets onto the small dining table to fold.
“So, what happened on Scandal last night?” Sway sat there sipping his coffee as if he had no clue two pairs of eyes were drilling into the side of his head.
“Boy, if you don’t stop messing with me and start talking,” Tweetie snapped.
“A real man doesn’t kiss and tell,” Sway teased, giving his mom a pointed look. “Un-huh. Isn’t that what you always told me?”
Tweetie shook her head. “No. I think that only means women. You shouldn’t tell about kissing a woman… not a man. You guys don’t mind sharing details.” Tweetie waved at his mom. “My second husband sure didn’t mind spreading details.”
Sway’s mom laughed at Tweetie’s comments. “Sway. What’s his name?”