“Things are getting serious?”
“Things are barely a thing at all,” he corrected.
“Remington has a solid moral and ethical compass, Sebastian.” Callahan licked his lips and grimaced slightly. “Don’t let this get out of hand.”
“It’s under control,” he gritted out.
“I believe you,” Callahan said, even though the tone in his voice made it clear he didn’t. “You know he’s a virgin, right?”
“Jesus.” Sebastian scrubbed a hand down his face and stood, pacing to the other end of his living room. “Why are we having this conversation? You’ve never been this interested before.”
“You’ve never been with a man before,” Callahan hedged. “You’ve never been with my boyfriend’s best friend before.”
Sebastian dropped his arms to his sides before thinking better of it and shoving his hands into his pockets. He could smell the Sauv Blanc in the air and wanted a drink so bad his skin itched. Remington hadn’t told him he couldn’t drink, but the idea was there, and Sebastian did like to listen.
Fuck, he liked to listen.
“I’m aware of the implications,” he said, his back still turned toward Callahan.
“Okay.”
“Can we talk about something else?”
“What did you want to talk about?”
Sebastian frowned, feeling a rush of embarrassment heat his throat and his cheeks. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, fiddled with his watch, checked the time, took a step, fiddled with his watch some more, then snapped his fingers a couple times.
“Do you think it’s different?” he asked.
“What?”
“The sex.” Sebastian looked over his shoulder.
“From sex with a woman?” Callahan laughed. “I’m sure it’s very different.”
“No, I mean… yes. The…Daniella used to…” he trailed off.
“Oh.” Callahan’s face brightened with enlightenment. “Well, yeah. Why do you ask? Are you and Remington going to have sex this weekend?”
“I was wrong.” Sebastian groaned. “This isn’t something else. I don’t want to talk about Remington at all. Tell me about you and Jace. When is he moving in?”
“Next month,” Callahan answered.
“Are you ready for that level of commitment?”
“I want to marry him.”
Callahan’s confession settled like a bag of bricks in the middle of the room, and Sebastian turned to face his best friend.
“You what?” The taste of his own divorce still felt bitter on his tongue. He never wanted to get married again, and he didn’t see how anyone else would find the appeal in it either.
“I want to marry him,” Callahan said again, enunciating the words like he’d mumbled them last time, when in fact he’d been painfully clear.
“Oh.”
“I’ve got a ring.”
Sebastian choked. “Isn’t it a little soon?”
