“Are you not going to tell me anything about this guy?” asked Liam.
Milo needed to speak to someone, and Liam was the least judgy, which is why they’d been friends for so long. Lexie didn’t judge either, but she was currently on the dance floor, and she could also get all protective and mumsy with Milo. It was both endearing and irritating at the same time.
“He’s in the closet.”
Liam looked sympathetic, which is what Milo felt for the guy as well.
“We met in The Back Room, so I don’t know his name or what he looks like.”
“Fuck. That’s kinda hot.”
“Oh it was, but . . .”
“But what?”
“I want to do it again, but I think it was a one-time deal.”
“Do you have any way of contacting him?”
“Through the app. But he has a lot more to lose than me, so it needs to be him who gets in touch.”
“Why does he have more to lose? You’ve clearly already got feelings for this guy.”
“I don’t have feelings for him,” Milo scoffed. “It was just fantastic sex, so why shouldn’t I want it again?”
“Nothing wrong with that, but don’t make out that you wouldn’t like more. You’re like me, Milo, a hopeless romantic. The mystery man, hiding his true self from the world, and then he meets a twink with a big dick and everything changes.”
“Get fucked,” said Milo, shoving Liam’s shoulder and laughing.
“Ooh, maybe he’s famous, and that’s why he’s not out. Maybe it’s Henry Cavill?”
“That’s your fantasy, dear.”
“Ooh, maybe he’s a politician. Imagine that? Imagine if he were a cabinet minister?”
Milo spluttered his drink. The thought of him being someone like that hadn’t even entered his brain, but Liam had a penchant for the dramatic.
“Ooh, let’s play a game,” said Liam. “Who is a cabinet minister you’d fuck?”
Milo looked at him, dumbfounded.
“What are you girls gossiping about?” asked Kieran, sitting down at the table.
“We were just saying which cabinet minister we would fuck,” said Liam.
Kieran visibly gagged. “Why on earth are you talking about that?”
“Just a bit of fun. Who would it be for you, Kieran?”
Milo was expecting Liam to be told to get fucked, so his jaw dropped when Kieran answered the question.
“Chivington would be my choice.”
“You were kicking off the other day about him becoming the prime minister, and now you want to fuck him?” said Milo.
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck him. He’s just the best looking of that lot.”
“Agreed,” said Liam. “He’s got the whole silver-fox vibe going.”
