“Pretty sure your 'disgusting' leg, and those briefs, just gave me a fucking hard-on. So stop talking shit about yourself.”
He blinks, staring like I’m some alien from another planet, then his gaze drops to my lap, and the blush from earlier covers his face again.
My goddamn dick twitches.
Because he looked.
His nipples bunch into tight points, and I damn near groan at the sight. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to wrestle my body back under control.
“Is it me?” Ryan's voice sounds small, uncertain.
I open my eyes and look at him. “What?”
He stares at his hands like they hold answers. “Are you pissed because you're attracted to me . . . or just men in general?”
I close my laptop, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and then take a deep breath. “Both.”
Ryan curls in on himself, brows furrowed.
“Don't fucking do that.” I rake my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. “It's new. Timing's shit. And we were just talking about your parents. Fucking shitty time to have a boner.”
“Oh.” The single word carries so much pain, I want to demolish something.
“What about you? You don’t seem rattled about our . . . kiss and stuff.”
“I'm bi. Figured it out in middle school.” He picks at the blanket, biting his bottom lip.
“Do you want me to leave?”
No response.
“Ryan?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t look up. His Adam’s apple bobs, goosebumps covering his skin.
“What’s going through that head of yours?”
He snorts. “You don’t want to know.”
I quirk a brow. “Tell me.”
Silence passes, and then he takes a deep breath, his entire upper body moving with the act. “You . . . you make me hard too.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I did not need to know that, to hear that. My dick was just starting to calm the fuck down. Guess that’s over.
My goddamn eyes drop to his goddamn crotch.
He shakes his head. “Sorry, I know you’re not interested.”
I launch off the bed and stalk toward him. He jumps up, eyes wide, color draining from his face and I stop, glued in place.
Shit.
Don’t know what happened to him and I won’t ask. Won’t push. If he wants to tell me, that’s his choice.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” I take a step back. “Didn’t mean to charge over.”
