“You can save my number from the text.”
“Great.”
He shook his head, laughing again. “I don’t know how to not make this awkward as hell.”
“Neither do I.” I cackled back, falling into a comfortable laughter with Qwill as we told each other we’d be in contact.
He told me to take my time, but that he was definitely interested, for whenever I figured out what the fuck I was doing. Which was greatly appreciated. It could have easily been a situation where I felt pressured to figure myself out for him, but that wasn’t the case. Qwill kept telling me there was no pressure, and that if we experimented and I wasn’t into it, then it was all good. I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome, and the smile on my face lasted the entire time I walked back to the locker room.
Unable to stop myself, I found my phone and my smile dropped into a dumbfounded laugh when I saw that the unknown number that Qwill had sent a text from just said “Make sure you save my number as ‘The Orb Of My Dreams’.”
He was a slick son of a bitch, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Chapter 8
“When didyou know you were gay?”
Troian was caught off guard by my question, coughing around the hotel eggs he was somehow managing to keep down. When I’d suggested that we meet up for breakfast, I hadn’t meant meeting up with him at the hotel he refused to abandon.
No matter how many times I brought up that he hadmillionsof dollars at his disposal, Troian was much more logical than I was. The fact that I now had my own personal millions burning interest in my bank account wasn’t lost on me, but I had zero idea what the hell I was going to do with that kind of money. My brother claimed the same, that he still didn’t know if he was going to commit to staying in Piper long enough to entertain the idea of renting or purchasing property here.
I’d mentioned that he could have Bas’ old room until he figured things out, but he was adamant about staying in the hotel. He wanted to give our still fresh relationship room to breathe, which was probably for the best.
Lazily picking at the poor excuse of a pancake sitting on my paper plate, I looked up to await his answer, but Troian was still trying to swallow his dry as hell eggs to deliver one.
“Are you being serious?” He finally said after a gulp of his weak coffee. This hotel was expensive enough to afford the good shit and I was getting progressively angrier that this complimentary breakfast wasn’t more than it was.
“Seriously,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Was there something that made you go ‘oh I absolutely dig dudes’ or was it more subtle or—”
“Why the sudden fascination with sexuality?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words leapt off my tongue and dived into the eggs on my plate. It was kind of hard to explain where these feelings had been found buried underneath the unknown surface without talking about Qwill and explaining everything that entailed.
“Is this about that Orb that couldn’t take his eyes off of you during the hike?”
Okay, maybe it wasn’tthat hardto explain.
Troian’s eyes danced with amusement, and I hated that he was reveling in this. But at least he wasn’t freaking the fuck out that I was hinting at having same-sex feelings for someone who wasn’t exactly human.
My fork fiddled with the subpar breakfast before me, unable to meet my brother’s eyes. “Maybe…”
“I fucking knew it!” His exclaim garnered the attention of nearby hotel goers, and my heart plummeted in embarrassment. No way was I even remotely prepared to have the attention on me in regards to this exact subject. But Troian waved them off and leaned in closer to me. “Sorry, I’m just…well, I never thought we’d be having this conversation.”
“Neither did I,” I sighed back, tilting my head in shock. “It’s not like I was looking for this to happen but I can’t just…I can’t deny that I feel…something when I’m around him.”
Troian cooed. “Does that mean you’ve been around him more recently?”
I nodded. “He showed up to work last night and…we made out.”
“Hell fucking yeah.” Troian laughed, clearly still very amused. “How was it?”
“Different.” I admitted, because it had been. The weirdest part about the heated exchanged with Qwill was that it never felt weird because he was a guy. It never felt off because he was an Orb either. It just felt different to anything I’d experienced before. Qwill was a far cry from the stacked blonde that I tended to go for. “But…good. Really good.”
“My little brother is into making out with male Orbs,” Troian laughed incredulously, shaking his head. “I’m just so proud.”
I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my lips couldn’t be missed. “You’re only older by, like, five minutes.”
“Yeah, well.” Troian cleared his throat. “So what are you going to do about it?”
