In silence, we shared the brownie while my fingers danced lightly over his skin. I couldn’t get enough of him. The feel of him under my fingertips and the warmth of his body against mine brought a kind of comfort I didn’t know existed. His presence was soothing. It calmed down the ramped-up part of my mind that was constantly on. And I liked how he melted against me as I kissed the curve of his shoulder and the side of his neck.
“Can I ask you something?” I said finally, and he let out a small sound, encouraging me to do so. “Why haven’t you done anything?”
Maybe it wasn’t my place to ask, but I was curious. I was under no delusions that he’d waited just for me, but considering his reputation in high school, I couldn’t help wondering.
“Oh,” Harley replied, his voice flat.Fuck.“That.”
“Forget I asked,” I told him quickly. The last thing I wanted was to make him uncomfortable. It was that important.
“No, no, it’s fine… I just.” He sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t… find people attractive.”
Not what I was expecting.
“No, that’s not right. I do—a lot of people. I’m just not attracted to anyone. My dick doesn’t work.”
“It seemed to work just fine with me.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“I don’t know,” Harley muttered. I could feel the tension in his body and kissed his temple.
“Maybe you’re just Maverick-sexual,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. A breathy chuckle was about all I got from him. Feeling bad for bringing it up, I kissed him again. “You know it doesn’t matter, right?”
“To you, it doesn’t,” he said. “But I’m the broken one.”
“You’re not broken,” I whispered. “Sometimes, it takes the better part of your life to figure it out.”
“I want to know now.”
I couldn’t imagine how the uncertainty bothered him, considering his anxiety. I also didn’t understand. Knowing I was gay was easy. I’d known my whole life. Sure, Aidan made my life hell over it, but I never doubted or questioned my sexuality. I didn’t envy anyone who experienced that.
“You’re not broken,” I reiterated softly, pressing my lips to his temple and willing him to feel that I meant it.
“Why brownies in a mug?” Harley asked in an obvious attempt to change the conversation.
“Because I can make them.” I laughed. “And a warm brownie makes everything better. We’ll call it good aftercare.”
“Does this mean you’re making me a brownie every time we do anything?”
Every time.That made me grin. Him thinking of any future with me made my chest tight with emotion.
“I’d say yes,” I began, “but let’s face it. More than one brownie a day isn’t a healthy choice.”
“More than one?” he demanded. Rotating slightly, he stared up at me, and I smiled wider. “How many times a day are you doinganything?”
“I don’t have a TV, princess,” I told him. “We’ll have to find a way to pass the time whenever you’re around.”
“You’re incorrigible,” he commented, but there was no actual malice or frustration in his voice.
Setting the empty mug on the floor, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him toward me. His weight settled over me as I kissed him. His fingers curled into my hair, and his mouth moved softly against mine. My tongue broke through the seam of his lips as I deepened the kiss. He tasted like chocolate and hopes I’d once given up on. I was desperate for more of him. To taste him. Touch him. Feel him. It was evident in the way my cock stiffened in my boxers and how my heart raced wildly.
There was something so addictive and so terrifying about being with Harley. Inexplicably, he was everything I wanted. It didn’t matter the time or distance. Once he cracked my heart open all over again, it was game over. This was it. All the same feelings came surging to the surface, unforgiving and unforgettable.
I just had to hold onto the hope that he felt the same.
“Stay the night?” I asked quietly, expecting him to say no. A few hours together was one thing, but his absence wouldn’t go unnoticed by his mother. It was a silly thing of me to ask, no matter how badly I wanted him to.
