They’d been imagining futures, too.
I never had. I guessed it hurt, but I had no idea exactlyhow.
“Yeah, but you’vegotthe disgustingly cute future,” Andre said. “You’re living it. He loves you so much.”
“I know,” Seth said. “It’s terrifying.”
Well, at least he’d reached the point of accepting it. That had to be good.
From the outside, Seth and Mark looked like a strange couple, but the two of them were perfect for each other. Anyone who said anything about it would just have to deal with me.
I looked down at the phone again, trying to come up with something clever. I’d promised Hayden I’d help, and I wanted to do an honest job.
Even if I was starting to hate the idea of him going home with someone else.
“Okay, so…”
“Certified Fuckable,” Seth said. “TM Emoji.”
Certified FuckableTM.
“Isn’t that a little, umm…” Hayden rubbed the back of his neck.
“Confidence is sexy,” Seth argued. “And besides, I get to hand out certifications. Local twink approved. On vacation, great in bed.”
Certified FuckableTM. Local twink approved. On vacation, great in bed.
Seth peered over my shoulder, making a tiny sound of approval as he read what I’d typed.
“New screenname?” I asked.
Haydenwouldn’t quite cut it.
“Mr. Fuckable,” Seth announced. “You can trust me, I’m in marketing. I know how to sell anything.”
Andre snorted, but didn’t say anything.
I typed it in, but I wasn’t about to share it with the world without Hayden’s approval. He was already halfway through his fourth glass of water and still a little pink.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked, passing him the phone.
He looked straight at me, silver eyes glinting in the low light of the booth.
“I trust you,” he said.
I got the feeling that was an honor as I passed his phone back. Hayden didn’t seem like the kind of man who was quick to trust—and after his cheating asshole boyfriend, why would he be?
“Can we eat now?” Andre asked. “Since one of us is definitely getting laid.”
“Two,” Seth said. “I’ve been promised a spanking if I’m not home by ten.”
“It’s nine-thirty,” I pointed out.
“Exactly.”
* * *
“Wes!”a voice called over the noise of the club as we stood in the short line out front—they were careful about checking IDs this time of year, with so many people on vacation.
