Something cold and wet pours down my back. Champagne, straight from the bottle in Spencer’s hand.
The women cheering, Spencer and I finally pull away. I see the shock in his eyes and realize it’s time to spare him.
“Blessings on your marriage,” I tell Lexi. I grab the bag of dildos and take Spencer’s hand as we walk away.
“Did that seriously just happen?” He looks down at our clasped hands, processes, and pulls his away.
I reach back to brush champagne off my shoulders. “And you gave me a real soak with that bubbly.”
His eyes get wide. “Shit! I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I grab the bottle he’s still carrying and take a swig. “It’s your jacket. And you’re not a bad kisser. Especially for a straight guy.”
“Fuck.” He takes the bottle back, finishing it off. “If my father saw that, he’d kill me.”
I frown. “I hate that. Your dad must be an asshole.”
“Don’t call him an asshole,” he mumbles bitterly.
There’s clearly a story there that I don’t want to pry into, but this time, when I take Spencer’s hand, he doesn’t let go.
We walk in a silence for a while. The lights are dancing, a sure sign that I’m drunk. All I can think about is the fact that Spencer must deal with a lot of homophobic crap in his life. There’s family rejection and no doubt plenty of career pressure in the mix, too.
My heart hurts for him.
He stops. “Wow,” he says. “I kind of just told you that I’m gay, didn’t I?” He squints at me from behind the mask. “Shit. And we made out.”
“With the fucking masks in the way, though.”
He blurts out a laugh. Suddenly, we’re both laughing, staring at each other on the street and laughing so hard I think I might cry.
Yup. Drunk.
“Weird,” he says.
“What is?”
“I might actually like you.”
“Yeah, that is weird. I might actually like you, too.”
Spencer turns, looking around the city. “Okay,” he says. “I’m already buzzed and kissing strangers. What’s next?”
* * *
SPENCER
“Oh shit.” I grab the metal bar in front of me, steadying myself as the seat rocks back and forth. “I’m way too drunk for a rollercoaster.”
“Ferris wheel,” Gabriel corrects me as we float about Vegas. “And it was your idea. As was this flask.” He takes a swig and frowns. “Vodka. Yuck. I need to introduce you to my friend bourbon.”
My head swims as we rock. It’s like I keep remembering where I am and what I’m doing and then forgetting all over again.
I lift the plastic bag I’m holding. “What the hell is this?”
Gabriel leans close to me. Up in the air, we’ve got our masks pushed back, and I let my eyes roam over his gorgeous features. “Lexi’s dildo bag. Remember?” He pulls out a butt plug. “Ever try one of these?”
I laugh. “Hell no.” I pluck the butt plug from Gabriel’s hand. “What would I do, wear it around the condo?” I blurt out laughing. “At the gym?”
