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bathroom?”
    “Perk of being an RA.” Kelly walked over to his desk and flipped the switch on an electric kettle. The messenger bag was tucked neatly next to the window. His jacket was placed on a hanger in the nearby wardrobe.
    “Is the shower big enough for two?”
    “Not unless that’s a shrink ray in your pants. I have to bend down to get my head wet.”
    “Pity.” Ian unbuttoned his coat. “You’ll have to go first.”
    “You want me to shower?”
    “I want you to put on clean—
warm
—clothes. You might as well shower at the same time.”
    “And if I say no?”
    Kelly wasn’t his submissive. He wasn’t even his boyfriend. There was no reason for Kelly to follow direction. That didn’t stop Ian’s hackles from rising in response to the challenge. Still, the last thing Kelly needed was a dominant shouting his displeasure.
    “You’re the one who came looking for me.” Ian kept his voice gentle. “I’m trying to be accommodating, but I won’t compromise on your health.”
    Kelly straightened his spine. His shoulders squared. “I’m not looking for a parent.”
    “I’m not feeling particularly paternal.” Ian grinned, admiring the way the melted snow made Kelly’s wet jeans cling to his muscular thighs. It was taking every ounce of willpower he had not to strip Charming down and take him hard. Blood surged downward to fill his cock. Still, Kelly’s safety came first and it had been cold outside.
    “Take a shower,” he said. “I’ll be waiting when you get out.”
    “Right.” Kelly collected a fresh set of clothes from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom. The door shut and a few seconds later the sound of water hitting tile filled the small room.
    Ian let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He’d been on edge since spotting Charming in the back of the lecture hall half an hour earlier.
    Taking off his jacket, he dropped his stuff at the foot of the bed. It made the small room look untidy. He picked the jacket up and hung it off the back of the desk chair. His bag was tucked beside Kelly’s.
    Better.
    The bookshelf was full of writing textbooks, classic literature and fantasy paperbacks, all arranged by subject and author. There was an old-fashioned alarm clock near the bed and a framed family portrait on the desk. The picture was a few years old and had clearly been taken at some kind of celebration. Kelly was slimmer, softer, his shoulders swimming in a black suit. His parents—a good-looking blond couple—beamed down at him proudly.
    Would they approve of their son dating someone so much older than him?
    Ian frowned. He didn’t date students. It was a rule, but if he thought about it then maybe it was more like a guideline. Kelly wasn’t in any of his classes—he wasn’t even taking classes in the economics department—and he was going to graduate in a matter of weeks. Why bother waiting, especially if he could help give Kelly the structure and security he so obviously needed? If Ian really could keep him safe? Then he wouldn’t just be a knight in shining armor. He’d be a damn hero instead of the kind of man who could walk away when his lover was in trouble.
    His gut churned at the memory. He’d done everything he could for David, but he still hadn’t been able to save him from himself.
    Ian kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the bed, nestling his head in a pile of pillows. The soft scent of lemons and sugar clung to the bedding beneath him.
    When Kelly came out of the bathroom, the sight of the freshly scrubbed blond made Ian snap upright.
    Damn.
    Kelly’s skin was pink from the hot water. His pale hair was plastered to the side of his head. His soft gray T-shirt clung to broad shoulders, and a pair of silky black basketball shorts swished around his lean hips.
    He looked positively edible.
    Ian’s throat felt thick. It hurt to swallow. He forced himself to take a deep breath—practically choking on the heavy air.
    The scent of