Chapter 31

“But I’m your weirdo.”

Jonas pretended to be annoyed, but he could feel himself blushing. He was certain his cheeks must be reddening rapidly with every passing second.

“Whatever.”

“Can I cuddle you to sleep?”

“Do I get a choice?”

“No.”

Jonas rolled his eyes. “My point exactly.”

However, he didn’t protest any further afterward. He allowed Carson to wrap his arms and legs over his entire body like a clingy octopus. They were both sticky and dripping wet with perspiration from their lovemaking, but Jonas didn’t shove Carson away from him. Truth be told, he missed Carson very much. He wouldn’t admit that easily, though. That would stroke Carson’s ego even more, and Jonas didn’t want that to happen. Besides, judging by the triumphant smile on Carson’s face, he probably knew how Jonas truly felt inside right then and there. Jonas decided he would never confess to it. Not now, and not in a million years.

Over my cold, dead body.