I keep my face buried in his neck, his scent filling my chest with something I have to business feeling.
Home.
“Y-yeah … I’m okay.”
Chapter 58
Tristen
I came in myfucking shorts. Jesus Christ.
“So good, baby,” I mutter to his sweaty forehead. “I could feel you against me andfuck, it was hot. So, fucking hot. I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast.”I’m a goddamn chatty Kathy after I come now?But the words keep tumbling from my shaking lips, my hands swirling over the safe zones on his shoulders, desperate for him to hear how good he is. That what we just did was more than okay. “Definitely gonna need to change my shorts after that. Came so much … you sure you’re okay?”
There’s a hum that I feel more than hear along my chest as Em runs a finger along my jaw, his puffs of breath dancing over my collarbones.
“I like your glasses.”
My heart pounds and my swirling fingers stutter.
“Yeah?”
He nods against me, his featherlight touch running back up my jaw and around my ear.
I shiver, and snort, and don’t bother trying to stop the words that tumble off my tongue.
“I likeyou.”
A lot, I want to add but I don’t.
Because he freezes on top of me so stiffly and suddenly that I’m not even certain he’s breathing.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anythi—”
“Why?” he blurts out, almost incredulously, but don’t let that stop me either.
“You’re genuine. Kind. Sweet and goddamn sassy as hell—” he scoffs at that, proving my point and I have to hold back my snicker. “And don’t get me started on how attractive—”
“Now I know you’re lying.” He pushes off from me to sit up and I grab his sleeve, stopping him from taking off completely.
“I’m serious, Emmett.”
Those sweet eyes finally lock onto mine.
“But I’m gay and gross.”
My heart sinks.
“No, baby. You’re just gay. And there’snothingwrong with that.”
The tip of his nose goes red like maybe he’s fighting back more tears, his breath shaking from his pink lips.
“Does it make me gross that I like girls?”
“Kinda,” he says and if he weren’t so panicked, I’d bet he’d smack his lips.
It makes me laugh.
“Okay, okay,” I chuckle out when he rolls his eyes. “But it doesn’t if I like you. If I like guys and girls. Right?”
