“I… have no idea. I’ve only seen pictures of him as a kid. He was… cute? Like, in a chubby little kid way.”
“Isn’t he this… famous… chef… guy?” Seth asked, already getting his phone out. “What was his first name?”
“Semi-famous,” I said. “I dunno, he’s in lifestyle and food magazines sometimes, Mr. Lewis always has me pick them up for him when Hayden’s in there.”
Seth held up a hand to stop me, tapping away on his phone as Andre’s brunch arrived and he gave Pree another broad grin and athank you, sugar.
He didn’t actually talk like that outside of switching it on, but when hedidswitch it on, it was flawless.
“Youhavea wildly successful, hot, rich boyfriend,” Andre pointed out. “Why do you care?”
“You think Mark’s hot?” Seth asked, looking up from his phone.
“You don’t?” I raised an eyebrow, eyeing up Andre’s bacon.
He passed it to me without another word, and this time it was hot and crisp andperfect.
I loved him.
I loved both of them, honestly. I was so lucky I’d found them when I moved here.
“I mean, I do,” Seth said. “I just didn’t think anyoneelsedid, I thought my taste was weird.”
“He’s not exactly Hollywood leading man handsome, but he’s got this… presence. A great-in-bed kinda presence, y’know? It’s hot.”
Andre rolled his eyes. “You two are suchbottoms,” he said. “He’s a top, you like him because he’s a really toppy top.”
“Is that why we like you, too?” Seth asked. “Because—oh holy shit.”
“What?” Andre and I chorused.
Seth turned his phone around for us to see a picture of a tall, dark-haired man with square shoulders, deep, soulful eyes the color of the sky before a storm, and the most kissable mouth I’d ever seen.
“That’s Hayden,” he said.
My ears rang for a moment, the words refusing to register.
That’s Hayden.
I could see the resemblance—he had the family nose, exactly the same as his dad’s. I would’ve said it was a little oversized on Mr. Lewis, but in a charmingly avuncular kind of way.
On Hayden, itreallyworked for me for reasons I couldn’t quite articulate.
“He’s a top,” Andre announced. “Which, again, is why you’re both drooling over him.”
“He’s objectively hot,” Seth argued. “Lookat him, he could fuck me on this table in front of all these people and I wouldn’t even be mad about it.”
“You can’t possibly know he’s a top just bylookingat him,” I said.
Andre shrugged. “We know when we see each other. Trust me. Top.”
And he was right—when it came to guys, I wassucha bottom.
Some girls, too.
“You have to fuck him,” Seth said. “For me. So you can tell me about his eight-inch dick and how he smells like dark chocolate and single malt whiskey.”
“Some of your kinks are… concerningly specific,” Andre said.
