“All right. That’s good.” He spits the words outquickly.
“You need anything?” Tyasks.
“Nope. Thank you for asking,though.”
“Oh, and by theway…”
I want to laugh, but I press my lips together because I know I can’t. Not when we’re both at risk of getting caught. Not when Ty is only a few feet away from us. I can’t even imagine what he would say…how he would react…if he discovered what we’re upto.
He would lose hismind.
He would hate me.Forever.
He’d want to know if I’mgay.
He’d want me to explain Whitney and all my ex-girlfriends.
And I don’t even fully understand. I mean, I assume I’m bi, but I’ve never explored this side of myself. Not enough to feel comfortable coming up with an explanation for what I feel right now. For how much I want Ty to leave and for Eric to drive the rest of his dick intome.
“Leave the door unlocked for Jesse if you go out. He doesn’t have akey.”
“For sure,” Ericreplies.
“Okay. Seeya.”
I hear a sort of sadness in his voice, like he wished Eric would have dropped what he was in the middle of and gone to the door to talk to him. Of course I’m sure he would have if we hadn’t been in the middle of making a huge-ass fuckingmistake.
A door closes outside the room. It’s far enough away that I assume it’s to thecondo.
Eric breathes slowly, like he’s trying to make as little noise as I am. He shakes his head and pushes to hisfeet.
“I think Ty saved us from making a massivemistake.”
“Amistake?”
“Yes,” Eric says. “This is not how you need your first time to be. With your friend’s prick of adad.”
He sighs and slides on his boardshorts.
My face turns red. I’m embarrassed. Ashamedeven.
“Did I do something wrong?” Iask.
“No, it’s on me. I was thinking with my dick instead of my fuckinghead.”
“You weren’t having a problem with that until I said I never had a cock in my ass. Is it that big of anissue?”
“It really is. If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have even consideredit.”
I hurry into my own board shorts. His rejection makes me feel so vulnerable. I can’t understand what his beef is. Was it horrible that I was honest with him about not having fucked around with a guy before? I’m stumped. I don’t know what to fuckingsay.
“You should go,” he tells me, his gaze meeting mine, though this time not filled with that red-hot desire that’s the reason I ended up in here to beginwith.
I storm out, heading into my room. I close the door and lean back against it. I can’t tell if my face is hot because I’m mad at him or because I feelembarrassed.
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