“My dad,” he said, glancing away for a second. “Guys I’ve played with before. Not really anyone here but… I don’t know. I always thought I should like girls, and I do, but I don’t think it’s like a want-to-fuck-them way. Or a date-them way. More like, ‘hang out with them because they’re fun’ way. Also, they don’t give you shit if you like cocktails or wanna go out dancing.”
“Fuck your dad,” I said, more sharply than I’d intended. “Sorry. I, er, I fucking hate people like that. My parents were the same.”
“Yeah? How did you deal with it?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t really. We don’t speak anymore. I have other family instead, one I made myself.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It’s not bad. Except when they turn up at your house for a surprise weekend away and drink all your vodka,” I said, smiling as the memory of going back to mine on Saturday night resurfaced. I’d insisted on making martinis for everyone and something with juice for Shane. I didn’t even remember what we’d been talking about at that point, only that we’d drunk all my vodka.
Danny chuckled. He’d closed the gap between us and I hadn’t even noticed. I should have stepped away and told him that was enough, but I didn’t. Because I didn’t want to. “Charlie’s kind of like that. Only I’m the one at his.”
“Have you told him?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“’Cos I’m still figuring it out. I don’t even know if it’s true yet.”
“What? That you like men?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I mean, I like the guys I see in porn. And I’ve thought about what it might be like. But I don’t know if that’s enough for me. Kinda want to try it and see.”
I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing across my lips as a warning siren echoed in the back of my mind. “What do you want, Danny?”
“I don’t know but I think I want to kiss you.” He was so close now, allowing me to see all the details of his face as the smell of his body wash enveloped me. It was sweeter than I’d imagined. Like candy floss and coconut. “Yeah, I want that.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?”
“I’m not demanding anything. I just said I wanted to kiss you. Why? Don’t want to kiss me? You said I was hot!”
“Do you ever know when to be quiet?” I asked, stepping forward and pushing him back against Adam’s desk, making something rattle.
Danny flushed slightly, his eyes widening. “Sometimes. When people make me.”
“Interesting. Although I don’t think anyone else does it the way I would.”
“Yeah? What way’s that?”
“It depends.”
Danny rolled his eyes exasperatedly and I almost laughed. Fuck, I’d known there was a brat in there waiting to get out. Danny hadn’t exactly been hiding that side of himself. Unless he didn’t know it existed, which was very possible. “On what? Seriously, why can’t you just fucking tell me shit?”
“Because it will depend on how much I want to ruin you,” I said in a low voice as I put my hand on the side of his neck, not doing anything more than touching the hot skin, letting him know I was there.
“Fuck me,” Danny muttered, mouth falling open slightly.
“I can, if you want. All you have to do is ask. Politely.”
“Kiss me?”
I frowned and let go of his neck, leaving my hand hovering in mid-air. “You don’t sound sure. And I’m not doing anything unless you are.”
“Kiss me,” he said demandingly. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Ask politely.”
