They say it’s eight, but I’m not sure that’s true.
I never used to think about sex at all, let alone every day.
Now?It’s like I can’t think of anything else.
Is this what it’s like for Evan?Should I ask him?
“What?I can see the cogs grinding in your head.I’m amazed smoke’s not coming out of your ears.”
“Thanks, mate.You know how to make me feel valued.”
“Well, you make a bloody good cuppa, so I need to keep you sweet.But stop stalling.It’s time to dish the dirt.”
Groan.
“Fine.I did a reverse image search and found his website.”
“Oh, you bitch — and you didn’t share!What the hell, Robbie?I thought we were friends.How could you keep such things from me?”
Evan dramatically waved a Jammie Dodger around before eating it, glaring at me the whole time.
His good looks and charming personality meant he never had trouble finding boyfriends.At the moment, he was taking time for self-care and personal growth.
While bugging the shit out of me about my recent paternal revelations.
“Why are you just sitting there instead of fetching your laptop and showing me what you found?”
Just like that, any chance of keeping Mr Fantasy to myself evaporated.
Resigned to the fact that it was now show and tell time, I headed to my room to get my machine.
While trying my hardest to stamp down on my feeling of annoyance.
When I returned, Evanwas sprawled across the sofa like he owned it, a mug of tea in one hand, Jammie Dodger in the other.A mischievous glimmer in his eyes
“Right then, show me this mystery man.I want abs, a smoulder, and at least one eyebrow raise that says, ‘I know you’re watching.’”
I hesitated, laptop balanced on my knees, fingers hovering over the trackpad.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Robbie, babe, you’ve been obsessing for days.I’ve seen you stare into space like you’re composing sonnets about his jawline.It’s time to share with the class.”
I sighed and clicked the link.
Ashton’s homepage loaded — sleek, dark, and unapologetically sexy.His face filled the screen, all olive skin, and bedroom eyes.Evan let out a low whistle.
“Well, fuck me gently with a feather.Your dad had taste.”
“Ev...”
“No, seriously.If this guy walked past me in the street, I’d trip over my own libido.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.
Evan leaned in, scanning the thumbnails.“So, what’s the deal?Is he a cam guy, model, porn star, or all three?”
“Cam guy, mostly.But there’s a blog.And a contact form.”
