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Face down on my stomach.

In Greyson’s bed.

No.

I pushed up on my forearms and examined the mess beneath me.

I’d just come in my briefs at the thought of fucking our neighbor while Greyson watched.

No.

The softness I’d thought was True? It was really just the give of the memory foam mattress beneath me.

That wetness hitting my leg?

Precum now mixed with my release.

I’d come so hard it went through the cotton of my briefs and leaked against Greyson’s expensive ass sheets.

Ah, fuck.

How had I reached such high highs just to be plummeted to the pits of hell in the next instant?

Not only was I in his bed again, I just came all over his sheets while I imagined him talking me through it.

I’d just imagined a straight man—my best friend—licking my ear and talking me through an orgasm so he could clean up my mess.

Climbing out of bed, the only excuse I had for it was that I’d been in his space and it triggered thoughts of him when I could least control it.

It didn’t mean I wanted him.

It didn’t mean anything.

I was cool with believing that until the dark wet spot against his cream sheets caught my eye again.

I needed to change his bedding and act like this never fucking happened.

That would be a lot easier if I knew where he kept his extra sheets.

The bed was stripped and the soiled ones were in the wash but I still needed to put something on in the meantime.

I checked his closet. Nothing.

The closet in his bathroom. Nothing.

I was ready to pull my hair out and gave in, opening our text thread, recording a voice note right away.

“Where do you keep your extra sheets? I’m changing yours.”

He sent a voice note back.

“Morning, Noah.”

I could hear his shoes against the stone floors of the resort’s lobby and pinched the bridge of my nose, waiting for another message to come through.