Yukio: Yeah. Can you meet me at Mousetrap around 9:00? I’ll have a bunch of crap in my car.
Micah: Sure! I can’t wait to see you onstage. You look good.
Micah: I mean, you sound good.
Chuckling, I tucked my phone in my pocket.
“Was that your honey?” Milo asked, and the wording shocked me so much I stumbled, but he grabbed my arm.
“Uh, yeah. I call him my hanii, actually.” I winked at Milo. “He’s so adorable I can’t help it,” I said, switching to Japanese simply to amuse myself and watch the confusion pass across Milo’s face.
“You really like him, huh?”
Smiling, I shrugged. “Yeah. I’m not talking about it with you, though. It is what it is, and I don’t need to hash it out like we’re sixteen.”
He snorted. “Should we find food, then?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He punched me on the arm, smiling. “He’s your honey. That’s cute.”
“Shut up, you asshole,” I grumbled, but I felt warm all over and my chest was light. I liked having Micah to talk about. But what the fuck was I going to do about Alexander now? Groaning, I ran a hand over my face.
“So, listen. I did something stupid, and I could use your help finding a way out of it.”
Milo perked up instantly and leaned toward me. “Yes?”
“You cannot fucking tell a soul. I don’t want to get him into trouble.”
Milo frowned, but his mouth fell open as I leaned toward him and began to whisper the situation. I had a feeling he wouldn’t have any idea how to help me, but at least I wouldn’t be alone with this in my own head. When I was done explaining, I stepped back.
Milo had stopped, forcing me to do the same thing. He stood, hand on his heart, shaking his head at me.
“And you acted like Gracie May was a big deal. And you do things like this? What were you thinking? How could anyone fix this?”
“That’s the sixty-year-old neighbor’s name?” I asked with a chuckle, but fear unlike anything I’d ever felt in the past curled in my belly. There was a way through this bullshit. There had to be.
Milo hummed but continued to look at me like he wasn’t sure whether he should laugh, cry, or both at the same time.
In the end, it turned out I was right. Milo was stumped, but he definitely wanted to help me work things out, so he promised he would think about the clusterfuck I’d created. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any texts or phone calls throughout the day from him claiming inspiration.
I’d asked Micah to meet me at Mousetrap that night, but I’d spent all day worrying about him and missing him, so I made a pit stop at his house around about the time I thought he would be getting ready to leave, and since the door was unlocked, I let myself in. I grinned when he walked out of his bedroom, adjusting the sleeves on a formfitting gray sweater that clung to his chest and would look completely out of place at the bar. I didn’t care, though. This was half of why I liked him. He was himself no matter where he happened to be.
With a small groan, I stepped in front of him, and I felt bad because he jumped, but the second I cupped his cheeks he grinned and leaned in for the kiss I plastered on his lips. I devoured his mouth and pulled him down so I could fuck my tongue into his perfect heat.
“Are you ready to go?” I leaned back.
“Uh.” He laughed and rubbed his neck. “I think so? Do I look okay?”
“You look good enough to fuck,” I whispered against his mouth, then locked my lips on his again.
Micah cleared his throat and shuffled back a step, eyes dancing with excitement that I loved. “Uh, maybe you... should?”
Groaning, I grabbed for his belt, and he laughed as he helped me with the buckle. As soon as his pants were open, I spun him toward the couch and fumbled in my pocket. Usually I tried to have some finesse when I was with Micah because he trusted me to take care of him—trusted me so much I was the only man who had ever been inside him—but I was hard and wanted him so bad.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, nipping the nape of his neck.
He whimpered and nodded, and my dick jerked like it was alive. I dug a condom out of my pocket and kissed his neck this time. “I was wondering....”
