Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,49

elbows on the marble and rubbed his eyes. After some coffee, then he could think about finding a bathroom for a shower. Of course, the clothes he’d packed on his run to his apartment with Lucien were currently being stored in Grey’s apartment. Maybe he’d ask to use Grey’s bathroom. And maybe Grey would stumble in while he showered to help wash his back. And maybe…

Yeah, he needed to stop those thoughts right there.

But he didn’t want to. What the hell should he do about Grey?

Kiss him again. Kiss him a lot.

Nope, those weren’t helpful thoughts at all. Those thoughts just sent what little blood there was pumping around his brain down to his groin.

Should he be doing more to help Grey get his vision back? Or should he concentrate on what he did know and leave the healing to the magic users?

Was kissing off the table?

Cort nearly growled at his brain but just gave in. The kisses had been so unexpected but so wonderful. Yes, he was insanely attracted to the severe, grumpy man. He was devilish, charming, intelligent, caring, and so funny. There technically weren’t rules about him not dating a client simply because the vast majority of his clients were forty to sixty years older. Dating an older man would be nice, but forty years older was a bit much for him.

But in this case, he was the older man. Not that he felt like it. There was a reserved, somber quality to Grey most of the time that made it feel like Grey was the older of the two of them. In all their talks, Grey had never hinted at some past trauma that aged him ahead of his years. It was more likely that it was simply his personality.

So they kissed. Where did that leave them now? Was it just a one-time thing to help Cort get a grip on his shit? Did Grey want to kiss him again? Did Cort want to kiss him again?

Okay, that was an easy question. Finally.

Yes. Yes, he did. He wanted to try kissing Grey a hell of a lot more. He wanted to try kissing Grey standing, sitting on the couch, pinned against the wall, and lying on the bed. Then he wanted to try kissing all of Grey’s various body parts just to see what kind of reactions he’d get.

“Wow. Do I even want to know what you’re thinking about to put such a look on your face?” Wiley asked as he shuffled into the kitchen. The young man’s blond hair was sticking up in every direction, and there was a significant amount of beard burn on his cheeks and neck. That or the man was developing a rash. Cort’s money was on beard burn. His dark-green T-shirt looked too big for him, likely making it Baer’s, but he had on an adorable pair of Superman pajama pants.

“Coffee. I was daydreaming about coffee.”

“God, yes,” Wiley moaned. He shuffled over to the machine and gave a little whimper to find it was still empty, though it was now making promising gurgling and hissing noises. Soon. Reaching into the upper cabinet, Wiley started grabbing mugs and lining them up. Wonder Woman was first, and Green Lantern was the second one. A much larger white one followed with a quill and the words “Fuck Off. I’m Writing!” The fourth was a giant dark-blue one that looked more like a bowl, while the fifth and sixth were travel mugs.

“I’ve seen Grey use the writing one,” Cort said with a chuckle.

“It’s his favorite. When we don’t see it in the sink, we know he’s on a deadline. The superhero ones are usually mine and Baer’s. Lucien just wants a mug big enough to swim in his coffee. Clay and Dane said something about ordering beds for the last two bedrooms, so I have a feeling they’ll be heading out as soon as they get up. But generally, they’re working on the house, so they like their coffee to be easily mobile.” Wiley reached up into the cabinet and pulled down two more mugs. “I’ve got stripper unicorn and grumpy cat. Which would you prefer?”

Cort snorted. “Give me stripper unicorn. He looks like he’s got his shit together, and I could use the help.”

Wiley laughed as he placed the unicorn mug with the others and put the grumpy cat one back in the cabinet. “We’ll wait to see if the Water Weaver is a coffee drinker.”

A rush of air left Cort’s lungs, and

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