“You’re such a bad liar,” Seth said, taking a few deep breaths to get himself under control. “And then Mason was so embarrassed, and now…”
He handed Oz the phone to see Emma’s text message.
Normally, he wouldn’t have trusted a stranger with his phone for a second. Oz was a special case. Something about him screamed trustworthiness, and patience, and discretion, and all the other things that were too good for Seth.
Oz was a nice fantasy, though.
“You’re not gonna tell her, are you?” Oz asked, a blush coloring his cheeks.
Seth cleared his throat, serious again. “I’ll be discreet, but… she knows.”
Oz shifted his weight between his feet, handing the phone back and then shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s not that I’m ashamed…”
“I know,” Seth said. He’d been with plenty of guys who’d been ashamed, and that wasn’t the vibe Oz was giving off. He was just private.
“Good.” Oz nodded. “Uh. Breakfast?”
“I would be extremely into breakfast,” Seth agreed. He’d tortured Oz enough for one day.
I plead the fifth, Seth said, knowing that was as good as a confession. He didn’t see any point in lying, but he didn’t need to share all the details, either.
He felt ridiculous for even thinking it, but Oz had been… special. Worth keeping to himself.
Besides, if he confessed, he’d never hear the end of how he fucked his brother-in-law on his sister’s wedding night. Even if it was the brother-in-law who wasn’t off-limits.
As weddings went, this had been a good one.
Chapter Five
As he watched Seth devour a second plate of pancakes, Oz couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. Seth wasn’t really a big guy, but he must have been one of those people who had the metabolism of a teenager well into their twenties.
Or he might have had a hidden second stomach. Oz wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anyone eat so much, so fast.
He wondered if Emma was the same, if Mason had been through a moment like this already. Mason would have loved that.
Oz kind of loved it, too.
“You’re staring,” Seth said between mouthfuls, glancing up at Oz after focusing on his plate for the last five minutes.
“I’ve never seen anyone eat that much at once,” Oz responded, the thought still at the front of his mind. Seth didn’t seem self-conscious about it—or about anything—so he figured it was okay to mention it. Besides, he wasn’t judging. He was impressed.
Seth looked up again, licking syrup off his lips. “We did have fairly athletic sex last night. I need to refuel.”
“Oh.” Oz glanced down at his own plate, where there was still half an omelet he couldn’t quite bring himself to eat. It was a big omelet.
“Are you not eating that?” Seth asked as he skewered his last bite of pancake with his fork.
“Uh...” Oz looked between Seth and his plate, and then pushed it over to him. If Seth wanted it, that seemed like a better option than either forcing himself to eat it or wasting it.
Seth swapped their plates eagerly and kept on eating, practically without pause.
Oz wasn’t sure if he was supposed to think it was kind of hot, but he did all the same. Maybe it was the knowledge that he’d contributed to Seth’s appetite.
Maybe he just had a latent food fetish going on.
Either way, breakfast had been a good decision so far.
