I laugh. “I guess that’s accurate then, since I haven’t had anyone since the last time I saw you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m not like you. Can’t walk out the door and find someone to sleep with.”
“Most of my gay friends use Grindr. They don’t even have to walk out the door.”
“That’s true. But you know what I mean.”
“I’ve never had any issues, but I wasn’t kidding you earlier when I said I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t really had time for any of the fun stuff.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to tell me that. We’re not fucking dating. It’s fine if you’ve been hooking up with people.”
“I seriously haven’t. I’m not proud of it, so I’m not bragging.”
“Then I guess we both have a lot of fucking we’re going to have to get out of the way while you’re here.”
“We gotta do what we gotta do, I guess.”
His gaze is fixed on me like he wants to take me again, and I sure as fuck don’t understand why he doesn’t just do it, because I’m already hard. But something shifts in his expression and he asks, “That guy… the one you were seeing. He complimented you, right?”
“What?”
“No. You said that thing about compliments like you don’t get a lot of them, so I was just making sure that your man gave you the compliments you deserved.”
I laugh. Not because it’s funny that he never complimented me, but because the idea of him being that way is so far from the guy I knew. “Fuck no. He was more concerned about improving me than anything else.”
“Improving you?”
“Like telling me I needed to get a better job. Make more money. Stop playing on my computer with stupid Photoshop shit. I think the nicest compliment I ever got from him was that I was kinda cute.”
“Kinda cute? Oh, fuck him. You’re hot. Like, dorky as fuck, but in a sexy way. Seriously. If that guy didn’t see what he had, then fuck him. And you know none of that shit he or your dad think about what you do is true, right?”
“Sometimes it feels pretty true, especially when I’m not making some amazing salary like one of my siblings. Oh, fuck. Sorry. I forgot who I was fucking around with for a second, Mr. Money Bags.”
I’m just giving him a hard time, but he has a serious expression on his face.
“You know it doesn’t mean shit how much you make. I hope he didn’t bury that idea into that crazy brain of yours. You’re happy doing what you love, and that means a hell of a lot more than money. Trust me. I’ve seen a lot of miserable people with a lot of cash. And that ex of yours is going to move on to someone like that and realize how fucking lucky he was.”
“I don’t know about that. He was never all that into me. We stopped having a lot of sex toward the end anyway. Just said he wasn’t into it with me.”
“I can tell you right now that’s a bunch of bullshit. If he couldn’t get hard, that’s his problem, because you are hot as fuck, and the best…” He stops himself, then finishes, “The best fucking guy I’ve ever been with.”
He makes a cheeky grin.
“Hardy har-har. Because I’m theonlyguy you’ve been with. Whatever.”
“Damn straight. But obviously without any regrets. Now why don’t you let me show you just how hot you are one more time?”
I must be grinning ear to ear as he kisses me again.
I pull away briefly enough to say, “I like the sound of that.”
Then he pounces on me again.
24
Close call.
