“I definitely did that while riding my dildo.”
It was moments like this when I wished I had a brain-to-mouth filter. I slammed my hand over my mouth but it was too late. The words had left and were out there.
To my eternal gratitude, Evan laughed. “Aye, and don’t think I forgot that whenever I put my earbuds in. Fucking killed me not knowing if you did it every time.”
“I did,” I said, sighing dramatically. “It’s not my fault. You showed me your magnificent package and never let me play with it again.”
Evan’s shoulders were shaking from the laughter he was trying to contain. “Magnificent package?”
“What else would you like me to call it? Your stupendous truncheon? Resplendent weapon? The almighty of dicks?”
“Stop,” Evan wheezed, his head falling on my shoulder as he laughed hysterically. “I can’t breathe.”
I patted his back solemnly. “That often happens to men when I praise their cocks. I’m known for my way with words.”
It took Evan a few seconds, but eventually he managed to pull himself together. “I think we got off track a bit.”
I shrugged. “You’ll have to get used to that with me, I’m afraid.”
A smile bloomed on his lips, so achingly bright it had me wanting to shy away. “I can’t wait.”
Something stretched between us. Something I refused to look at too closely.
Thankfully, Evan spoke first. “Just to be clear—I only stayed away after that night because I thought it was what you wanted.”
“It was,” I said automatically. “At least, that’s what I told myself.”
Evan’s hand slid onto mine. I wavered for a minute, debating whether or not to nudge him off. I knew he’d remove it without question.
Instead, I found myself flipping my hand over and lacing my fingers through his.
Evan’s throat bobbed as he stared down at our hands before looking back at me with a new determination. “And if I’m beingcompletelyclear, my ‘package’ is yours to play with however and whenever you like. I’m happy to be your stress relief, or whatever else you need.”
The heat in his eyes had all my blood rushing south. When I spoke, the words were more strangled than I would’ve liked. “I thought we weren’t jumping into a relationship.”
Evan’s dimple appeared. “Sex isn’t a relationship, Reid.”
“But you’re hoping we might end up in a relationship though, right?”
“What I’m hoping for isn’t relevant.” Evan rubbed the back of his neck again. “Yes, I’d love for that to happen. But I’ve realised something while we’ve been talking. We’re in different places, and that’s okay.”
I blinked at him. “That’s confusing, because we’re literally in the same place.”
He rolled his eyes. “Not literally, sweetheart. Metaphorically. I’ve spent months watching you through your window. I know that your favourite flavour of ice cream is pecan brownie. That you eat a bowl of it some nights after dinner. Sometimes you eat it instead of dinner. You leave your keys in a different place after work despite having a hook for them by your front door. I know your latest hyperfixation is puzzles, and before that it was something that looked like you were stabbing some material over and over?”
“Punch needle,” I muttered. “It’s a form of embroidery. A stupid one. Spent a fortune on all the kit and never got the hang of it.”
Mind you, that was how most of my hyperfixations went. Just ask thedusty Cricut machine in my cupboard or the mountain of barely touched paint on the shelf in my bedroom.
Evan laughed. “Good to know. I was mildly concerned that you’d made a voodoo doll of me and were repeatedly stabbing it.”
Now I was chuckling too. “Damn. I really should’ve thought of that. A fun craft and a bit of stress relief.”
Evan’s pupils dilated and I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. The other way I’d been relieving my stress over the past few weeks.
Last night was very stressful. You’ve got the real thing here now. Evan’s practically offered to gift-wrap it for you.
Wow, even my cock was getting in on my inner monologue now. Too bad for it that I wasn’t going to take its advice.
