In fact, quite the opposite.
He’s smiling at me like I’m the most awesome person he knows.
“My turn?” he asks, nodding towards the bathroom behind me.
“S-sure. Use whatever you want.”
He winks—actuallywinks—at me as he scooches past. It makes me feel flustered, because I’m hungover and having to deal with him being all sexy and sweet after I made such an epic fool of myself is just too bloody much.
After tidying up hurriedly and straightening a few things, I need coffee.
I head to my kitchen to make it, and while it’s brewing it hits me that he told me some stuff as well. Some syndrome or other? And something about Smallville?
“So,” I hear behind me, and his shirt is half undone. I can’t be expected not to stare because his chest looks like the kind you’d see on a marble statue in a museum. Smooth, lightly muscled, hairless perfection.Swoon.
“Um…coffee, with a side order of abject apologies?” I offer, smiling sheepishly.
“Nothing to apologise for,” he says straight away. “And…I wasn’t saying no toyou, I hope you know? Just don’t believe in having sex with someone when they’re too drunk to properly know what they’re doing and consent.”
I grin at him. “Good man.”
He returns my smile and then looks a little…discombobulated. It’s quite endearing. “I, er…” He chuckles nervously. “I think you fell asleep before I could tell you everything.”
I blink. “Oh…um…I remember you mentioned a syndrome?”
“Yeah. Kallmans. It’s…” He points to his hearing aid. “There’s more to it than just…” He clears his throat. “Sorry, this is…not something I normally share, but under the circumstances…”
“Circumstances?”
“You remember we kissed last night?” I nod, and he sighs in relief. “Thank god. Well…I’d…like to do that again. Very much.”
I stare at him. He looks very sincere, but WTF?! “How are you not running awayscreamingafter last night?! I saidso muchinappropriate—”
He shakes his head. “Because I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. And last night was…brilliant.” His hands fidget with his shirt sleeves. “But there’s something you need to know before this goes any further.” I brace myself, because he looks like this is a big deal to him. He fiddles with his cuff buttons again, agitated, before closing his eyes and taking a deep, impatient breath.
“I have a two inch penis.”
Damon
Silence.
I risk a look at her, and she’s just looking at me evenly. Not sneering. Not laughing.
I swallow hard. “Well, two and a half-ish when fully erect. I was smaller than that, even, but the treatments for my KS kickstarted puberty, and…I grew. Just a tiny amount, but I did.”
Faith still isn’t saying anything, but her eyes have grown thoughtful. I’m holding my breath. My first lover couldn’t hide her disappointment. My second couldn’t have bolted any faster after we were done. And my third…
My thirdlaughed. Long and hard, pun unintended.
I’m increasingly confident that Faith won’t. After all, she and I are in the same boat. And I want to follow this feeling. This new and thrilling pounding of my heart. The electricity. The heavy, insistent tingling and breathlessness. Now that the hormone treatment has worked and I can feel it, Iwantit, at full strength, with her.
“It’s just that…” I seem to be determined to fill any silences, because if I’m still talking, nobody’s laughing at me. Call it an old hang-up. “Last night, it…it sounded like you thought you had no options, because of your own, um…miniature situation…”Miniature situation? MINIATURE SITUATION??What the fuck is wrong with me? Her lips twitch a little, but she lets me continue. “Sorry, I don’t knowwherethat came from, I’ve never said those words in that combination ever in my life before. But what I’m trying to say,reallybadly, is… I know you said it hurts you…but it might not hurt with me. I mean, not that I’m…that you’d…” I growl to myself. “Listen, while I’m not a virgin, I’m not the most experienced, but…given my size…” I run out of things to say. I’m just blathering at this point.
We look at each other for a long beat. Then she wanders over to me without breaking eye contact, until she’s standing barely an inch away. Looking up at me with a heated smile in her eyes, she runs a finger down my chest, past my belt…over my fly…until she’s gently cupping my hardening cock.
Far from the disappointed or disgusted looks of previous brief encounters, her eyes light up as she feels me. It’s the jackpot face I’d imagine another woman would give a man if she found he was hung like a stallion.
“Let’s find out,” she murmurs, leaning up to kiss me once more.
