“And now you’re turning all red. I make you all sorts of flustered, don’t I?”
“Easy to do when you’re still inside me.”
“You don’t seem to be complaining.” He leans into me and licks my lips. “I think this is gonna be a fun renovation, especially if we get to take these kinds of breaks throughout the work.”
“Oh, will we have a lot of these?”
“As many as we can. I want to make sure it’s worth your time, remember?”
“I think you’ve already made it more than worth my time.”
He grins before sliding out of me. He disposes of the condom before returning from the bathroom with a towel. He slides back onto the bed, positioning himself beside me.
He wipes my abs with the towel. “Is it always like this?”
“What?”
“With another guy? This chill?”
“Doesn’t seem like you had a problem being chill when you were with women.”
“No. I didn’t mean it like that. There’s something different about doing it with you. It feels more like hanging out with one of my guy friends, but then we get to do the fun stuff, too. With a girl, I feel like there’s only one thing we can really do, and we can chat and flirt or whatever, but then I’m kinda like… okay, can you go now? God, that makes me sound like a real prick.”
“No, that’s pretty interesting. But I’m sure that same thing holds true for some guys. Like, there are plenty of times when I’ve wanted to tell a guy he needed to get the fuck out.”
“What? Are you trying to convince me that you’re special or something?” Before I can answer, he says, “Because you don’t have to convince me of that.”
He crawls up the bed until his face is right in front of mine. He kisses me and drops onto his side, resting his hand on my side.
“So you don’t like for girls to hang around?” I ask. “You sure seemed to like the way that redhead lingered at the door.”
“We can make small talk, but it’s not like I’d ever want to date them or anything.”
“So how many girlfriends have you had?”
He cringes. “Girlfriends? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No. I’m being totally serious.”
“None. Why?”
“How is that even possible? Surely there’s a girl somewhere in your life who at some point you spent enough time with that she might as well have been your girlfriend. Like in high school, even.”
“Remember that story I told you about my parents? You think I was eager to get into a relationship?”
“There had to be someone, though.”
His gaze drifts as though he’s seriously thinking about it. “This one girl in high school… I guess she could count as my first girlfriend. We hooked up for months—”
“Hooked up? In high school?”
“Yeah. We made out at first, but she was a senior, and I was a junior, so she had some experience behind her and was eager to show me the ropes.”
“And you were sixteen?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. I was eighteen the first time I hooked up with a guy.”
