What am I even doing here? This is a mistake.
Jordan hesitated in the hallway outside Michael’s bedroom. Naked except for a pair of Michael’s boxers which were slightly big on him, he wondered if this was all just a huge, fucking mistake.
“Jordan?” Michael called. “You coming?”
“Um, just a second,” Jordan said, starting to panic.
On the one hand, Michael had shown him things in bed he’d only ever dreamed of. They’d already had a couple of fun romps but this time had been different. Jordan was feeling more than just the sex. But was Michael?
Maybe I should go. Make up some excuse and get out of here before I fall even deeper for someone who just wants a fun night here and there…
The bedroom door opened and Michael stood there, completely naked, with a puzzled frown.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his brown eyes searching Jordan’s.
“Thinking,” Jordan said.
“Can’t you do that in here?”
Jordan laughed nervously. “You’re a little distracting.”
Michael grinned. “Thanks, I guess. Whatcha thinking about?”
Jordan swallowed and scratched his head. “Um, you. Us. Is there an … us?”
Michael seemed taken aback. “Well, uh. I thought so. Until right this minute…” The vulnerability in his gaze raised a tiny hope inside Jordan.
“I mean, this is fun and all. But … is that all?” Jordan raised his eyebrows at Michael. “Because I think I’m having a little bit more than just fun right now. And I need to know if you feel the same. Because if not, then I need to go.”
Michael reached out and wrapped his hand gently around Jordan’s wrist. He only said one word but the look in his eyes and the touch were all Jordan needed.