He tastes of promises.How cliché is that? I swear to fuck, I can feel the universe shift around me. Planets make a low thrumming sound as they adjust their course. Their movement in space vibrates along my bones.
I’m startled when Dylan pulls away, shaking his head. “I can’t be the other guy,” he says, eyes glassy. He’s so stunning. I’ve never seen another man like him in my life. “I can’t. No matter how much you’re supposed to be mine.”
I shake my head, even before he stops speaking. My brain spins like it’s in a blender at his words.Mine. “We’re not together. We never were.”
Dylan stares at me. “Forgive me for not believing you.”
“He’s someone I knew in high school ,and we came to Kala to see how we hit it off. We were never together. I swear to you.”
“But… you came here together.”
“Yes, but we’re not together. We… I suppose for all intents and purposes of understanding, we broke up an hour ago. I’m no longer here with him, Dylan.”
He scowls, and it makes my stomach churn. How do I fix this?
“You mean it’s my fault you’re not together, right?”
I sigh and drop onto the bench. “No. It’s my fault. The moment I saw you, he stopped existing. I’ve been an asshole because I didn’t know how to, uh, break up with him since one, we weren’t together to begin with, and two, I felt guilty because, as you pointed out, we came here together. Honestly, the kindest, most considerate thing I could do was let him enjoy the island without me since I’ve been so damn infatuated with you since the second I saw you.”
Dylan’s lips are parted as he stares at me. I don’t think he’s breathing. He hasn’t blinked or so much as twitched since I started talking.
When seconds tick by and I think he’s stuck in the matrix, I say, “Dylan?”
“You feel it?” Dylan whispers. “This feeling of absolute certainty that we’re supposed to be together?”
My shoulders sag in relief. “Yeah. It’s the most bizarre feeling. Like I’ve waited for you to come home. It was strangely familiar… When I walked into the studio and saw you, even before you turned around, it felt as if I’d just come back from hockey and you were at home waiting for me. Like I’ve done so a hundred times before. And yet…”
“Brand new,” Dylan says. “You were made exactly for me, and I’ve been waiting for you to find me.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not with Tomy anymore,” he says.
“I never was. I was here with him, but never with him. I swear to you.”
Dylan rubs his arm, his eyes still never leaving mine. “I…” He inhales deeply and then nods.
Several beats pass. Okay. Important shit out of the way. “Now what?”
Something changes abruptly, and Dylan’s moment of doubt is gone. Such stunning confidence replaces it that I’m consumed in everything that is Dylan Spruce.
He walks toward me, placing his hands on my shoulders. His much smaller frame stands between my spread legs, and he’s only barely taller than me, even while sitting. His eyes bore into mine. I’m pretty sure I’m turning to putty right now.
“Come home with me,” he says. “I want to wear you like a bodysuit, Larson.”
A shiver of anticipation streaks down my spine like lightning, ending in my cock as it pulses with need. My thoughts concerning Dylan haven’t actually been all that sexual, but my body sees things very differently.
“Yes.”
He takes my hand in his, and for a minute, I just stare at the size difference between our hands. It’s almost not a true reflection of the size difference between us as a whole. I’m more than a foot taller than this man. I probably weigh twice what he does.
Dylan pulls me to my feet. I practically shake with anticipation. Some kind of finality is going to happen when we get to his house. Not signaling an ending between us but solidifying something.
We walk down the road in silence, hand-in-hand. I’m surprised at how similar the streets look to suburban neighborhoods. If I didn’t know I was on a tropical island, I could be anywhere in the world right now. This place was plucked from the mainland somewhere and plopped on an island.
Except… there’s a shocking lack of cars. Only about half the houses actually have driveways. How fucking weird that looks.
The house Dylan brings me to is small. In the US, I think this might be considered a tiny home.
