Again, I was being paranoid.
I still wasn’t sure how long Keeg and I had been practically making out…five…twenty minutes.
But as I turned and caught the surprised expressions on everyone’s faces, particularly Frederick’s, I knew that it wasn’t just in my head that it’d been a really fucking long time.
One of Keeg’s friends, in a Wonder Woman costume, grabbed the bottle and faced the neck toward himself, as though somehow that was magically going to make me kiss him too, which made Indiana Jones laugh before kissing him on the cheek.
As I made eye contact with Frederick, I was sure we were both thinking the same thing.
What the fuck had I done?
And why did I want so much more?
“Okay, good game,” I said, taking a breath. “Now who wants a beer?”
3
Keegan
What the holy hell happened?
When I saw that sexy, masked Robin behind me on the dance floor, it seemed by the way he was looking at me that he was pissed about something. Then he asked me to follow him, and I thought it might have been my lucky day, especially as he pushed me back against the wall in the restroom, locking the door to give us a private moment. At my five foot seven and a half, it didn’t take much for this guy to tower over me at what I guessed was maybe just over six feet.
Just when I thought I was going to get a kiss, though, I wound up having the most awkward exchange of my life.
He’d sounded mad as fuck.
He was clearly not on good terms with whoever he’d mistaken me for.
Although, I didn’t quite get how he could have mistaken me for somebody else, considering we were face-to-face, inches apart. We were definitely close enough that I figured if there had been any interest on his end, he would have gone ahead and seized the opportunity.
Then, when he abandoned me in the restroom…damn, that about killed me. I assumed that was the last I’d see of him, but he went over to my friends’ booth.
What was I supposed to do? I could have tucked away somewhere in the bar or gone back to the dance floor, but I didn’t feel like I had anything to be ashamed of.
I hadn’t done anything wrong.
And after everything that had happened, the last thing I expected was for him to practically attack me with a kiss.
What was going on? Was this guy out of his mind?
It wasn’t a short kiss either.
It kept going on and on, and I didn’t want it to ever stop. That was how good it felt, and when it ended, I felt like my face must have been as red as it had been in the restroom.
“So your name’s Keeg,” the guy said as he handed me a beer.
I struggled to shake out my prolonged confusion, but at the very least, the tone he used was the friendliest I’d heard from him.
“Um, yes, I guess.”
“You guess? Like you guess you’re new to being gay? Didn’t feel very new to me.”
I snickered, but I’d have been lying if I said I wasn’t still confused as hell over everything that had happened.
“Keegan, but my friends and family call me Keeg.”
“Well, I like Keeg an awful lot.” His words practically escaped his lips, like the growl I’d heard from him earlier.
