Cay shrugged. “Yeah. I obviously find you hot. You rocked the hell out of the Supes cosplay.”
My cheeks heated, and my heart thumped so hard it drowned out the traffic in the distance. “You’re okay, I guess,” I muttered, spearing fingers through my hair, even as I cast another glance at him.
He had a donut crammed into his mouth, half inhaling it, and the sight obliterated the nerves that were creeping in.
“Okay?” he said, spraying some crumbs. “Ouch, my ego.” He finished eating the donut and swallowed, his eyes still bouncing with amusement. There were still some crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and my fingers itched to fix it. Mostly because I couldn’t stand things being out of place.
Oh, fuck it.
I reached over to him and swiped my thumb against the side of his mouth. Clearly a mistake because the second my fingers brushed against those lush lips, my cock woke to life again. Cay’s pupils flared, and the heat between us sizzled.
I pulled back my hand, all too aware we were sitting in the middle of the green. “Sorry, crumbs.”
My phone began to buzz, and I dove for the save.
I’m at your house. Where are you?
“Fuck,” I said out loud. Panic began to thump through me. I never double-booked like this.
“What’s wrong?” Cay asked.
I lifted my phone, showing him the message. “I promised Tai I’d help him sort his comic collection today. Shit, I need to go.” Disappointment had me in a vise grip, all tangled up with guilt for not only leaving Tai waiting but also for ditching Cay again.
“Go,” Cay said, making a shooing motion with his hand. “Tai will legit murder you if you don’t show. Besides, I’ll see you again, right?”
I chewed my lip, wanting so much more. The idea of bolting right now, when he was here in front of me, was making my skin itch. Fuck it. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and yanked him up. Our coffees and donuts abandoned, I dragged him the several feet to the bike overpass and tugged him under. Cars thundered overhead, but down here, it was bathed in shadows, and no one was coming.
I placed my hand on Cay’s chest, giving him a light push back until he hit the wall.
His eyes were wide, the arch of his nose defined in the sloping shadows, and those lips were temptation incarnate. I sure as fuck couldn’t resist.
I leaned in and kissed him hard. We crashed together with the force we’d been holding back this whole time, like two magnets trying to find each other again and again and again. I gripped the back of his neck as I deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. He let out a pretty moan, and the sound had my cock testing the confines ofmy pants. Cay leaned against the wall, and I plastered my body to his, needing to feel him—his heat, his energy, the wild, chaotic beat of our hearts.
The rumbling of the cars overhead faded into a static buzz as the rush of kissing Cay drowned out everything else. I lost myself in him as one moment tumbled into the next.
When I pulled away, his shoulders heaved, and the look on his face was one I wanted to memorize. He was this potent combination of charming and vulnerable, which made me want to simultaneously fuck his brains out but also swoop in to be his Superman, or really, Batman probably fit my personality more.
Even though I didn’t want to leave, I untangled my arms from him and took a step back.
“I’ll see you soon,” I promised before pivoting on my heel and heading in the direction of home.
Chapter Ten
Cay
Since Beck had shown up at my door with coffees and an apology this morning, I’d been turning every second of our conversation in my head. Initially, I hadn’t been fully convinced he didn’t regret what we’d done, so I’d pushed him further, waiting for him to snap and back away after my taunts. He hadn’t.
Sure, I was open to experimenting ’cause why the fuck not, but it was a huge leap for me too. Mentally and physically. The possibility of being not straight wasn’t as scary as having not realized it until I hit twenty-six.
I lay facedown on my bed after taking several “What’s your sexuality” tests online when my phone vibrated with a message. Yes, apparently, since I thought about kissinganother man more than once a week, I was bi. I flopped onto my back and unlocked the treacherous device.
“Beck?” I whispered, loosening the grip on my phone. It smacked me in the face, bounced off the bed, and landed screen-first on the floor. I scrambled on my belly to reach for it and read the message.
Shame we never finished watching the movie.
I typed in a quick reply.Yeah.But that wasn’t what I really wanted to do with him.
He was typing, and I held my breath until the next line popped up.
