Pretty damn sure I covered more than a couple of firsts there.
I let out a breathless snort instead of answering, still trying to wrangle my heartbeat back under control. Finding my voice? That’s a whole different challenge.
Slowly, he drags his fingers back out through my puckered lips and smirks. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles, bringing his slippery fingers to my chest and drawing lines against my tattoo.
I’m in ecstasy overload, but somehow, I manage to open my eyes and look at him.
He’s perfect. Not in a glossy, magazine-cover kind of way—but in the way his eyes hold no judgment, only warmth.
He hashappyeyes. The kind that make you feel seen… and safe.
His fingers keep gliding gently across the ink on my chest, tracing lines through sweat and cum like he’s painting me into calm. It feels… nice. Comforting, even.
Until… the inevitable happens.
A tidal wave of emotions crashes over me, sudden and suffocating. The reality of what just happened slams into me like a brick.
I just had my first experience with a man.
And I didn’t just like it.
Ilovedit.
One hundred percent unapologetically loved it.
So now what?
Does this mean I’m not straight anymore?
Am I officially gay?
God—am I agay mannow?
My thoughts spiral.
How do I even begin to explain this… to anyone?
ToEmilee?
Will she understand? Hell,do I?
Do Ilookgay now?
Is that a thing?
If I looked in a mirror, would the truth be written all over my face?
Maybe—
“You’re so beautiful, Alex.”
Elijah’s deep Latin voice cuts into my moment of hysteria. It’s like he was watching my mind play ping-pong. Knowing I was well on my way to succumbing to my mental anguish.
But then his words hit.
Warm, sincere, and steady, they seep through my skin, pulling me back from the edge. A small smile finds its way to my face, unbidden but welcome. I lean in, letting him take theweight of me, and he wraps an arm around my back, solid and sure.
Then he kisses my dimple.
