Page 99 of Something So Strong

“Kind of,” I answer truthfully, because what’s the point of lying? “I mean, I don’t miss the randomness of the hook-ups. I’ve been over that for a while.”

“Same.”

“Really?”

“What? Don’t you think I’m capable of monogamy?”

“Well… Maybe. Everyone who’s ever mentioned you has said you don’t do relationships.”

“I don’t—well, that’s to say, I didn’t. But people can change… People can make you want to change.”

“Am I the longest?” Shit! What am I saying?

“You’re pretty long.” Kai turns his head to look up at me with an effortlessly lewd spark in his eyes. “You’re longer than me.”

My balls tighten and my dick twitches beneath his chest. He felt it. It was the reaction he wanted, after all. But now my dedication to this conversation is being dragged towards thoughts of how long and thick his dick is, and that the difference in sizes is marginal at best.

“You know what I mean. The longest with one person.”

“That’s Cleo, much to Alma’s irritation. Well…”

Kai’s voice trails off from a whisper to complete silence. It’s odd, almost like there’s a cloud hanging over us.

“It’s Millie, actually. My best friend from high school. It… It…”

His voice quivers as each new word is spoken into existence.

“It was her boyfriend who did it… Him and his friends… At the park…”

I feel a single tear hit my skin.

“She dumped him for me in front of the entire school. But I could never love her the way she needed me to… I couldn’t love anybody. And fuck, how could anybody ever love me?”

“Kai—”

“We hooked up for two years, but it was never just her. It was all our other friends too… So… Yeah… Cleo…” Then, like he didn’t just crack a little more of himself open for me, he perks up. “You’re really cute when you’re trying to be suggestive.”

Linking my hands behind his back, I roll us until our positions are inverted and I’m hovering above him. “And you’re really cute when you’re trying to tell me you’re in love with my dick.”

“I guess that means we’re a perfect match,” he smiles up at me.

I’m not perfect.

I’m very, very far from it.

“I guess we are,” I agree because he needs to hear it, and I want to believe it’s true just as much as I want to let him know I’m ready to tell Saxon and Romeo about us.

My lips part.

My phone buzzes.

I chicken out.

“These would look so good wrapped around the head of my cock,” he says, outlining my mouth with the tip of his index finger.

“I feel the same way about yours.” My head dips and I meet his kiss—his finger trapped momentarily. Then, his stomach rumbles so loud I bet they heard it two rooms over.

“Fucking hell. Quiet down there.” I speak to his stomach. “Why don’t we put this on hold till after we eat?”

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