Page 59 of All Roads Lead to You

Nick was drenched, as was I, rainwater spilling off his trembling body as he stared down at his hand, holding some of my cum with a look I couldn’t decipher.

“Nick?”

He looked up with his large, dark eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Are you?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

God, it was like we reverted to being children.

I rolled my eyes as his face shifted into a crooked smile, and he wiped his hand on the tree. “Let’s get in the tent. We’re going to be cold without a fire.”

By the time we reached the tent and climbed inside, we were both shivering and drenched. Nick reached into his backpack and pulled out a towel, but instead of drying himself off, he took care of me, starting with my hair, getting as much water out of it as he could before he moved along my face, shoulders, and arms. His face was so focused and intent.

Again, with his protectiveness. Why?

Just when I was starting to figure him out, I was confused all over again. Had he really been helping me to explore? If so, why was he drying me off, and why did it feel… intimate?

“Nick?”

He glanced up at me as he dried my legs, but quickly looked away before he started to dry himself.

“Nick… what are you doing?”

“I’m drying us off.”

“You know what I mean.”

He sighed. “I… don’t know.”

“Look at me.”

When he didn’t stop drying himself, I yanked the towel away, suddenly filled with that familiar surge of anger and frustration.

“You know how I feel about you. Are you really helping me? Because it feels like it’s more than that. I’m… not some fucking experiment, Nick. This shit just got real serious. Are you fucking with me? Is this about Lauren? It didn’t work out, so you thought maybe if you mess with your stepbrother because he likes you, it’ll make you feel better?”

His eyes pinged wide. “What? Wait, is that what you think?”

“I don’t know what to think. Would you have let Caleb jack you off?”

Nick shook his head.

“Then why me? All because I’m gay?”

“No, just… listen. This… I’m not sure what’s going on with me, but this isn’t about fucking Lauren. I promise you that. If you weren’t gay and, like, hadn’t told me how you felt and shit, yeah, maybe none of this would’ve happened. The first kiss was definitely meant to help you, but…”

He pulled the towel out of my loose hand and wiped his dripping face.

“But what?”

“I’m feeling things, Logan. I wasn’t fucking prepared for that. Do you know what’s even weirder?”

I shook my head.

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