Chapter 59
Cujo thumbed Tristan’s chin. “I need to take a shower first, but I’ll be right there.” After Tristan nodded and slinked into the bedroom, Cujo stepped into the bathroom and started his shower, as hundreds of thoughts flooded his mind. What does he expect me to do? How far do I go? Should we not have sex? Fuck! Does he expect me to suck dick?Then he focused on how beautiful Tristan had looked today on the ferry, and how with his hair wet, Tristan looked even more enticing. Cujo longed to do more than kiss, more than hold Tristan’s face in his hands as he probed Tristan’s mouth with his tongue.
Cujo soaped carefully and slowly. He didn’t want to disappoint Tristan. Once the shower was done, he grabbed the guest towel and quickly dried himself off as he padded quietly to Tristan’s bedroom. Olivia’s bedroom door was open and there was no sign of her.
Thank God. That’d be awkward if Olivia saw me with her brother.