“I mean, didn’t we all?”
Noah stabs his spoon into his chocolate yogurt and sets it on the nightstand. “Wait, seriously?”
I look down at the pink frozen yogurt and take another bite. “I mean, you started playing and then everyone else was. I thought it’d make me cool like you. Make you like me.”
“I don’t know where we started hating each other, but I’m glad we’re not there anymore.”
“Me too,” I agree.
The blue light of the TV casts Noah in a cool glow. He’s spread out in only a pair of black gym shorts. Noah shifts so hiseyes are focused on the TV, giving me time to study him. I never thought I’d be attracted to a man.
When I found him in that club, the minute my eyes connected with his, I knew.
It’s him.
I don’t want to explore things with other men. I just want Noah. It’s made it hard for me to worry about if this feels wrong or not. Every time I’m with him, it feels more and more right.
I smile down into the quickly softening yogurt, swirling it around with my spoon. Jesus, I feel like I have a crush.
“You’re thinking pretty hard over there.” Noah’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
My eyes meet his as he stares back at me. He’s flipped onto his side, yogurt cup sitting empty on the nightstand between us.
“You can’t be that excited about ice cream.”
“Technically froyo,” I throw back at him.
Noah stands, closing the short distance between the beds in one stride before taking my froyo container and setting it next to his. He throws one leg over my lap and settles down on top of me.
Noah’s mere presence is overwhelming in the best way. Everything we’ve done has been at my pace. Sure, he likes to be the one in charge in the bedroom, but from the minute this thing started between us, he put me at ease.
I think it’s why I’m so addicted to him.
To everything we’re doing together.
“Are we really going to discuss the merits of ice cream versus froyo?” Noah asks, pulling me down the bed so I’m flat on my back.
“Did you have something else in mind?”
I drag my hands down his chest, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples.
“Maybe we could take off some more clothes?”
Noah snaps the band of my shorts, and it has me squirming underneath him.
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out in a rush.
“Okay?” Noah states, more like a question, rocking back ever so slightly.
I sit up, my hard cock sagging ever so slightly. “I mean, I really liked fucking you, but…”
“But what?” Noah asks.
It feels embarrassing to tell Noah this, but if I can’t tell him, who can I tell?
“I’ve been experimenting.”
