“Can I spend the night here?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I’m not asking for sex.”
“Good because I’m not offering sex.”
My dick, however, had a mind of its own and made its presence known yet again. I turned away from Eric so he didn’t notice, and he sighed.
“Patrick, come on. Don’t be like this with me. Not tonight.”
“Okay,” I said, throwing up my hands. “Stay the night. I don’t care. You know where the guest room is. We’ll talk in the morning.”
And with that, I headed upstairs and back to bed. While I was climbing back beneath the covers, I heard Eric’s footsteps on the staircase and in the hall. He stopped outside of my closed bedroom door for a few seconds before walking to the guest room down the hall and closing the door behind him.
I don’t think Eric and I had ever spent the night together at my house and slept in separate rooms…until now. I forced myself not to go to him. I wasn’t going to fall for the booty call.