“Me too.”
And now I’m sure it will kill me. To have him that close, inside me, the connection. Coming with him.
I lovehow easy this is for Wolfe. He acts like he’s spent his whole life in these circles, rubbing elbows with all my parents’ affluent friends. He’s more comfortable than I’ve ever been with them. I always thought they treated me differently because I was gay, but they know we are together, so maybe it’s just me.
It really sinks in that I’m the problem. I’m not the right kind of gay. If only I were a perfect, sporty, masculine example of manhood, then sucking dick would be fine.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I fucking play hockey but because I sound like I do, and dress like I do…
Wolfe meets my eyes from across the room, taking me out of my spiral, because I know that look. He’s pleading with his eyes for me to come rescue him. I love that I know what he needs without a word.
I grab two flutes of champagne and slip in next to Wolfe, offering him the drink.
He takes it while slipping an arm around my back. “Hi, Sweetheart.”
My uncle wrinkles his nose, but he schools his face quickly. “Can we expect your nuptials quickly after your sisters?”
I exchange a glance with Wolfe, not sure what he wants me to say.
He speaks first. “We wouldn’t want to take away from her day.” Wolfe always finds an elegant way to say what needs to be said. I’m sure my uncle will be happy and move on when Wolfe continues, “But I’m not sure I can wait that long.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my temple.
A shiver runs through my entire body, and I don’t know what to say.
I want a reality where this is real.
“And you shouldn’t. I know I’m not the only one who’s excited to have you as part of the family.”
“I won’t. I’ve been thinking about getting on my knees a lot.” Wolfe looks me right in the eyes as he says it.
I blanch, feeling my cheeks heat. Did he really just make a gay joke to my uncle?! I don’t know if I should be turned on or impressed.
“Well, congratulations. I’m happy for the both of you. I look forward to seeing where you get drafted, Atticus.” My uncle claps on me the shoulder and excuses himself to get another drink.
“Thinking about getting on one knee all the time, are you?” I say in a mocking tone. I can’t even bring myself to believe he meant the other kind of get on your knees.
“I didn’t say one knee.” He winks.
I don’t take his bait. “You said you can’t wait before any knees were discussed!”
“And?” He’s still smiling, and he’s too hot for normal brain function.
“So you’re thinking about proposing now?” I don’t know why I’m so stuck on the point. Maybe I should be more focused on the getting on his knees part.
“Did you want me to tell him no?”
“We haven’t been together that long. Everyone would have accepted we aren’t there yet.” My eyes burn.
“I’ve known you more than half of my life. You think I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you?” he says it so easily. So simply.
It can’t be that fucking easy.
“Easier now, too, that we fuck.”
He steps in closer, backing me into the wall, while lowering his voice. “You haven’t let me yet. How would I know?”
“I’ll let you anytime you want when we are back home.”
He presses his eyes closed, a groan slipping loose. He parts his lips, but no words come. Instead, he flexes his jaw, pressing a hand next to my head. Finally, with his lips next to my ear. “Don’t make promises you aren’t willing to keep, Angel.”
