The number of times I’d thought a girl was interested only to be shot down when I asked for her Snap was well into the double digits, maybe even triple, so it wasn’t like I was a good judge of this shit.
I glanced back at the screen hopefully. Still nothing.
With a sigh, I heaved myself off the sofa, kicked off my shorts and pants, scooped them up, and carried them through to the bathroom. Dumping the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, I put some music on, grabbed my towel, and headed for the shower. I didn’t have anything else to do for the evening, so I figured I might as well spoil myself with a nice shower, a face mask, and some TV, because I had some episodes ofLove Islandto catch up on as well as some of the women’s Euros.
I kept checking my phone, more out of habit than anything, but about half ten when I was tapping out a long rant to Charlie about one of the couples onLove Island, a notification popped up from Instagram.
Ezra had accepted my follow request.
And he’d sent me a message.
Ezra
Is there a reason you want to follow me?
Danny
Just curiosity
It was technically the truth. Just the vaguest version possible.
Ezra
What are you curious about?
Danny
Were there QR codes on the tables upstairs?
Ezra
Yes
Ezra
Did you enjoy your pina colada?
Danny
Yeah, it was sweeter than I thought but I liked it
Ezra
Good. If you ever want more drink recommendations, I’d be happy to give you some
Fuck, was he flirting with me? Or was this only a casual conversation? I didn’t even know if he liked dudes.
I flicked onto his Instagram, hurriedly scrolling through to see if I could find any hint he might be interested until I landed on a photo of him from Manchester Pride. He was with a group of other men, a bright smile on his face as one of them kissed his cheek, and there was rainbow face paint across his temple.
Casually, I swiped through the other photos on the post until I found one of Ezra posing against a mural. But my eyes were more fixed on his shorts and low-cut shirt than the background.
My cock twitched in my joggers and I swore as I ground my palm over it, trying to ignore how horny I suddenly was.
Fuck it, I needed help.
And there was only one man I could ask.
Danny
