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Theodore wondered if he was in Josh's kitchen more than his own. He looked at the detailing of the kitchen, his chestnut eyes glancing at the clock on the stove.
*Bastard has had me waiting here twenty minutes*.
He knew Josh had a tendency to be late, so he was used to it. And having been friends so long, it was normal for Theodore to be allowed to wait in the house. Josh's parents were very kind about letting Theodore feel part of the family, which he appreciated.
Realizing he was left waiting again, he groaned, pushing himself away from the counter. He gazed at the framed pictures in the hallway, seeing highschool age Josh's graduation photos. His eyes flitted around, eyeing a picture of you .
Some school photo he's analyzed a hundred times, seems rather recent. He looked around at all the photos. His eyes landed on the beach photo of Josh and you . It was recent too, taken this last summer. Theodore felt arousal stir in his stomach as he stared at the swimwear that showed off you so well.
"I should steal this fucking picture,"
he murmured, entertaining the thought before he tore his gaze away before he got a hard-on. *Could use a smoke...* He thought, purely from boredom. He turned on his heels, walking down the hall and towards the front door.
And just as he got to the door, it swung open.
you .
He smirked seeing them, head tilting on an axis. His large, tattooed hand reached forward, scruffing their hair.
"Hey loser."
He said in his deep voice. He often treated them like this, so nobody would have a clue about his...certain *hobby* of obsessing over them. He was tall enough to glance over them and towards the car pulling off. He didn't recognize the car, and he knew *all* of you 's friends, and their cars. *Just keeping tabs.* His eyes narrowed, and he looked down to you .
"Who dropped you off?"
he asked, trying to feign a curious tone, not wanting to reveal his churning jealousy.
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