“Yes, but I don’t mind. I enjoy it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I get to see the sunrise every morning. It’s amazing.”
“Uh, rather you than me. I like my beauty sleep.”
“You don’t need beauty sleep,” he mumbles so quietly I might have imagined it. He checks his phone. “You still have time to find a real hook-up for that stress relief you wanted.”
I do, but I still haven’t made up for my shitty revelation from earlier. Not that I know how to.
“I’m glad you’re moving on.”
He chuckles. “I’m not sure seeking out sex amounts to moving on, but yeah, it’s a step in the right direction. It’s been a while.”
Six weeks, assuming he counts our drunken tryst, which, to be honest, I wouldn’t. From what little I remember, it was fast and crap. Not his fault. Or mine. Billy’s assertion that Flynn wasn’t ‘that good in bed’ pops into my mind, because of course it does. Is it wrong that I want to prove my twin wrong?
All the feelings I’ve ever had for Flynn are swirling inside me. He’s even more gorgeous than I remember, and he’s at least a little into me. He wanted to have sex with me on the strength of the photo of my chest! I can understand why, drunk, with our inhibitions out the window, we fell into each other’s arms and fucked. And then he went and suggested we should fuck tonight. I’m pretty sure he said it because he was upset and hurt over my thoughtless comment, but would revenge sex be so bad? As long as we acknowledge that’s what it is. As long as we’re aware we’re using each other? It could be hot.
“You’ve got time to find another hook-up, too,” I say.
“Yeah, maybe. It would have to be someone with a room.”
“You don’t fancy inviting anyone back to the farm?”
He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up. He covers his bright red face with his hands. “No. That would be mortifying.”
“Says the guy who lived with my parents his whole married life.” I meant it as a joke, but I’m pretty sure it fell flat.
Billy and Flynn went to local universities—not the same one—whereas I couldn’t wait to get away.
He parts his fingers wide enough to peer at me. “We were quiet,” he squeaks.
“Yeah, but I bet everyone knew what you were up to.”
“Even if they did, that’s different.”
“How?”
“Tony isn’t family. He’s myboss.”
He’s got me there. And, yes, Flynnwasfamily, even before he and Billy got together. My parents pretty much adopted him after his parents kicked him out for being gay. His grandma was the only one who stood by him. He lived with her, but he spent so much time at ours, you’d never know it. I lost count of the time the three of us fell asleep in the room Billy and I shared. My parents fed him, washed his clothes, and even tried to give him pocket money so he could do the same things Billy and I could. In return, Flynn helped out as much as he could around the house, which meant Billy and I got to slack off on chores, something I’m not proud of now.
Then Billy and Flynn got together, and they both lost me.
When they divorced, Flynn lost his husband, his home, and his surrogate family. I’m glad his grandma was able to take him in.
Flynn lowers his hands. His face is still red, though his skin isn’t glowing or radiating heat anymore. “I wouldnevertake a hook-up to the farm.”
“You need a hook-up to take somewhere first.” I reach over and tap his phone.
“Why are you so keen for me to find someone to fuck?”
“It’s the best form of stress relief. And, no offence, but you seem wound kinda tight at the moment.” Why do I keep opening my mouth and putting my foot in it? I am the biggest jerk alive.
“Yeah, well, a guy I thought hated me just did the sweetest thing.”
“Making you warm milk is sweet?”
