Meanwhile, I just wanted to get out with what remained of my dignity.
“Wait. What?” I asked.
“Yeah, come on, Robin,” Sailor Pluto said.
Just as soon, I noticed someone move beside me, and turned to see Hot Lips standing there, his head hung low.
“Keeg, everything okay?” Indiana Jones asked as he spun the bottle again.
Hot Lips’s name was Keeg? God, that was fucking adorable.
His gaze met mine briefly, and then he looked away sheepishly, as though I’d somehow hurt his feelings.
Young, sexy, gay American tourist…asking me what he needed to blow. He had totally been interested in me, and I’d been so fucking obsessed with him not ruining my fucking day, I’d inadvertently rejected him.
New to being gay, and I was the asshole who’d gone and been such a total fuckwad.
Playing on my mind as much was not only what I’d done to him, but the guilt that had only intensified the longer I maintained silence alongside my family about equal marriage.
I was a bad person, a cruel person.
And in all this confusion, something happened to me. I couldn’t say exactly where the spark came from.
Maybe from the chaos raging through my mind since Hot Ash Ketchum had seen me without my mask on.
Maybe some part of me rioting against my family’s decision against equal marriage.
Maybe I was just that damn tipsy.
Or maybe it was how bad I felt Keeg needed to be kissed.
Regardless of the reason, I turned to the spinning bottle on the table. Leaning down, I snatched it, halting it so the bottleneck faced Keeg.
I turned to him, seeing his eyes meet mine once again.
It seemed like only a moment passed between stopping the bottle and having my lips pressed against his.
They felt like they looked.
So soft and smooth…and so very wet.
My “What the hell am I doing” was lost in the background noise of one of the Sailors asking, “Does your friend not know how spin the bottle works?”
All that faded as I lost myself in the sheer pleasure of the moment.
I’d never kissed a man before, but clearly it was no different than kissing a woman. And Keeg certainly wasn’t resisting. His lips encouraged me right along. My hand gravitated to the back of his head as I slid my tongue into his mouth, greeting his. What I’d intended to be a quick kiss turned into so much more, and the longer it lasted, the closer I pulled him to me, forcing his tight little body against mine before shoving him back to the wall behind the booth his friends sat in.
I slid my free hand greedily over his abs, my thumb moving through that cute happy trail.
Damn, was I going to kiss this kid forever?
Because I sure as hell could have.
What was I doing? And equally importantly, why the hell wasn’t he stopping me?
The darkness from having my eyes sealed shut as I enjoyed Hot Lips’s mouth flashed white. I had been in the public eye long enough to know a flash when I saw one.
As I pulled away, Keeg caught his breath, gasping like he’d forgotten to breathe through the experience. I turned, searching around for a pap, but it was only bar patrons, likely taking pics of themselves.
