“I… ah… um…,” Steve spluttered.
Corey tilted his head and looked at Steve like he was an idiot—Which is completely true, Steve thought.
“Can I ask you something?” Corey finally said.
“Umm… sure.” Steve wasn’t sure at all. His head spun—maybe from the heat, maybe because half of his blood supply was pooled in his dick.
“Have you been with anyone since Richard?”
Steve blinked. He hadn’t been sure what Corey was going to ask but wasn’t expecting that. “I… not really. It’s only been a couple of months.” He had a hard time meeting Corey’s eyes.
“Do you want to? Move on from Richard, I mean.”
Steve had no trouble answering that question. “Hell yes.” He glanced at Corey. “The relationship is well and truly dead. I still get pissed off when I think back on what happened, but more at the situation, not because I have any feelings for Richard. I’m definitely ready and want to move on. But I guess I don’t do casual very well.”
“Okay.” The light from inside reflected in Corey’s dark eyes as he smiled. He removed his hand from Steve’s knee and lay back, gazing up at the sky. Steve didn’t know whether to be grateful Corey had stopped focusing on him or be disappointed. He followed Corey’s example and stared into the night. The stars were crystal clear, twinkling brightly against the inky background. They were nothing like the stars in the city.
