If only it was that easy.
“Curtis, please.”
His voice sounds broken, just like I feel.
Except I’m not broken. I’m strong. I fought, I recovered, and I have a new life.
I reach over to the door and unlock it.
Riley opens the door and comes inside. His eyes look wild, like he doesn’t know what to do.
“I’m so sorry, Curtis. I was jealous. It’s stupid. You said you were irresistible, which you are. Let’s face it. I thought I was straight until you barreled into my life with your strawberry scent and your cakes. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to think about you with anyone else.”
He looks like he wants to touch me, so I take a step forward into his arms.
“You’re forgiven, but you better not do it again. FYI, the principal is not only the straightest man ever, he’s also so not my type.”
He holds me tight. “What’s your type?”
“You, you giant muscly with maybe just one gray hair duffus.”
“I thought I was a fox,” he says, stroking my hair.
“A foxy duffus.”
He chuckles, and the rumble of his chest makes me feel better.
“Do you think maybe we could go to bed?” he asks.
“That would be nice.”
We brush our teeth, peeking at each other and smiling. It’s weirdly domestic.
Did we just have our first fight? Should we make out?
We’re going to bed, so I’ll suggest it.
“You’re checking out my ass again,” I say as I go to my side of the bed.
“You have a very checkable ass.”
I remove my clothes until I’m fully naked, and he does the same. We stand on either side of the bed, staring at each other and smiling.
“I decided we should make out,” I say.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because we just had a fight, so now we have to make out. It’s the rules.”
He brings his hand to his mouth.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
