So, yeah, falling for Kira is a stupid plan, notwithstanding the fact she has a stupendously hot bod.
Okay, think, Dylan, think.For once in your life reason things out sensibly.Why would I even contemplate a relationship with her?If I’m going to surrender that lump of gristle in my chest to another person, why choose her?Why not go out and find some nice guy with delectable, lickworthy buns and smoky grey eyes to go gaga over?Why allow myself to be tempted down a road that’s going to engender nothing but criticism and derision?
Because…because, we can’t choose who we love.
Christ!How many times have I said those words, or expressed similar sentiments in my quest to get people to accept that everyone is different, and some of them happen to be attracted to individuals who are the same gender as they are.But that’s okay, because we should celebrate love in all its infinite permutations.
Unless you’ve espoused one thing for years and are now going to have to radically alter people’s perception of you, and that’s right after you’ve accepted the possibility that you might be at least five per cent not gay.
Fucking hell!I’m like five per cent straight.
The public are going to grasp this even less effectively than I’m managing to do.They’re going to throwthatword around.The one Kira used so willy-nilly the other night—bisexual.Oh dear God!Cue a dozen jokes about being undecided, indecisive, deluded, or else plain greedy.
I want to knock my head against the wall until I re-establish some smarts.
I’ve already got one lunatic determined to fuck me up.If my thing with Kira gets out, there’ll be a whole host of deranged fuckers determined to put me in my grave.
“You’re a fucking traitor!”
“Sad git.”
“One sniff of pussy and you’re a convert.”
“Faker!”
“Liar, liar, bum’s on fire…”
I can hear them catcalling inside my head already.
“Fuck off, you hypocritical bastards!”
“Dylan?”
Help me, God.She’s here.I ramp up the speed on the treadmill a couple of notches so that I’m too lathered to converse.
Kira wanders over so that she’s just visible out of the corner of my eyes.Her hair is still mussed up, and her clothing has clearly been pulled on in a hurry.I probably should have left a note telling her where I was going so she didn’t have to worry.
“Got the devil on your tail?”she remarks.
I pick it up another notch.Maybe I can sweat all the heat and desire out of me.
Or not.Having her standing there, still sleepy and ruffled makes my insides sigh like I’ve been handed a kitten or a puppy.I want to stroke her hair, cup her cheek, and place gentle kisses on her lips.I want round—whatever it is we’re on—of fucking like crazy.
Despite my feet pounding away and the sweat flying off me, my cock attempts a vertical posture and I stumble as a result.
“Dylan…Dylan.”Kira yanks the key out of the slot on the control pad bringing the belt and me to a jerky halt.Whereupon I bend double, breathing hard, facing away from her.“Are you all right?”
I wave at her in as dismissive a manner as I’m able.She apparently interprets this as a request for a towel, as there’s suddenly one in my palm.It’s definitely welcome, and put to good use drying off my face and hair.
“You scared the crap out of me, coming down here.I thought you’d got some dumb idea into your head and taken off.”
There are certainly plenty of dumb ideas currently running riot inside my skull.One of which involves grabbing hold of her and humping her senseless on the nearby weightlifting bench.
Rather than acting on such nonsense, I take myself over to the water fountain and down several plastic cups of icy water.You’d think that might cool my ardour a bit.I swear it only makes it worse by reminding me of her demeanour the first time we met.She appeared so cold, so rigid and icy.Clearly, that’s not really who she is.
“Dylan?”She’s followed me, and there she goes touching me.It’s only the light pressure of her fingertips on my forearm, but even that’s enough to give me a full-on stiffy.This girl—woman—is like my personal, walking aphrodisiac.
Breaking the contact is the only option if I don’t want to end up fucking her on a yoga mat.
