“You been asleep long?” he asked in a conversational manner as if nothing earth-shattering at all was happening. Glancing my way as he dug a pair of his own flannel pants from his duffle bag, he lifted his eyebrows curiously.
“Uh...” My eyes refused to blink as I watched him tug the pants up his legs without putting on any underwear first.
Oh, Christ. Did he always crawl into bed commando? This was not something I should know. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to know how well hung he was either. But, wow, was he ever. How could such a slim guy be so thick where it mattered most?
Licking my lips, I had to turn away and roll onto my other side as he pulled back his sheets and crawled into his bed.
“Not long,” I finally answered once I was facing away from him.
Not long? Whatever! That was probably one of the longest dicks I’d ever seen. And the girth. Hot damn, it’d take more than one hand for me to wrap my fingers all the way around it.
“Oh, good. Hey, you mind if I turn on my light until I settle down for the night?”
“Knock yourself out,” I grumbled. I certainly wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep any time soon. Too many well-hung dicks floated around the insides of my eyelids every time I tried to close them.
“Thanks.”
I heard shuffling and the sound of paper crinkling, but I refused to look. Not until a certain scent caught my nose, anyway.
“Ugh. What is that gawd-awful smell?” I demanded, rolling back to face him again.
Sitting upright in his bed and bare-chested with his back propped by both of his pillows and his legs stretched out on top of the sheets, he poured a handful of treats into his palm, then popped them into his mouth.
“Corn nuts,” he announced, holding them up for me to see. “Ranch flavored. I saw them in the vending machine in the hall and couldn’t resist. This shit and orange-flavored Tic Tacs are my vice.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Well, I hope to God you bought some of the Tic Tacs too. I bet your breath reeks to high heaven.”
Completely unoffended, Asher laughed. “Whatever, asshole. I was going to ask if you wanted some.”
I immediately held out my hand over the space between our beds. “Hell, yes, I want some. If I’m going to be forced to smell them all night, I may as well eat ’em, too.”
With another chuckle, Asher leaned out to pour a healthy amount into my hand. “You really are funny as shit, Sticks.”
“Yeah, I’m a regular comedian. Don’t be stingy now.”
He wasn’t, which surprised me. He was probably too generous, actually, with something he admitted was his favorite snack, because the mound in my palm grew so tall a couple kernels tumbled off the side and fell onto the carpet.
“Oh, shit.” I let out a cry of dismay. “Corn nut down.”
“Five second rule,” Asher called and dove off the side of his bed.
“Hey, those are my nuts.” Indignant, I jumped off my mattress after him. Shoulder checking him out of my way, I snatched up the three nuts on the floor and shoved them into my mouth.
Then while I was still chewing, I yelled, “Ha!” right in his face, probably fumigating him with my ranch-flavored breath.
Not my most attractive moment, but he thought I was a guy, so...who cared? I’d beaten him to the corn nuts. Boo-yah!
“Fucker.” He jabbed his fist into my calf and I gasped more in surprise than from pain.
Damn, I was really going to have to get used to this guy camaraderie thing of beating the shit out of each other.
“Ow.” Scowling at him, I rubbed the sore spot, even though I was reassured in the fact that yeah, he definitely thought I was male. No way could I picture him doing that to a girl.
I kind of liked it, even though it stung like a son of a bitch. At least I knew he was completely okay with me and relaxed enough to be himself and fool around.
I was seeing the true Asher Hart, his guard completely down.
He narrowed his eyes at me, his sexy lips twitching with mischief. “Watching you eat those makes me wonder exactly what’s happened on this floor. You’re eating all that, you know.”
I paused chewing, then shrugged. And swallowed. It was such a guy thing to do, I was proud of myself, even though I made a mental note to gargle three times as long in the morning and brush twice.
Grumbling aloud, Asher crawled back onto his bed and picked up a notebook he’d been writing in.
“You’re always writing in that thing,” I said, more than curious what he was scrawling away so madly about.
“Hmm? Oh, it’s just lyrics,” he murmured in his distracted, concentrating-hard-on-something-else voice. “I pretty much always have to write something before I go to bed each night, otherwise I can never get to sleep with my brain constantly running.”
“No fucking shit?” I said in surprise, feeling more connected to him than I knew I should. “I do that too.”
He glanced over, surprise making his eyebrows lift. “Really?”
To prove it, I leaned off the other side of the bed where my luggage was and unzipped it before tugging out my notebook. I waved it at him before fluttering the pages open to show him it was three-fourths full.