Creed's pov
I didn't sleep.
I couldn't, it not going through after last night. Not after he gazed at me when I left his apartment. Not after the smile and the way he said, "Goodnight, Mr. Malcolm."
My brain hadn't stopped racing since my body was in riot mode. There wasn't any sleep in me. My arms trembled, my mind reeled, and my cock hurt with each recollection from that evening. From the moment he pushed me with his elbow, to the curve of his lips as he teased me, to the goddamn way his eyes locked onto mine like I was the only damn person in the world.
I hadn't felt this way in years.
I hadn't even hit noon when I finally made it to the bar. I was sitting in the same damn spot, the booth closest to the bar counter but far enough away that I could watch him. And oh my God, watching him was a whole addiction in itself.
Yuki was beautiful. No arguing with it. His hair was shorter than Yuyu's, certainly, but that made no difference at all. He still appeared soft, his face almost toy-l
