Page 43 of Clueless Romeo

CJ's features changed instantly, shutting down, and I regretted the words immediately. They were true, though, and I didn't want to lie to him. I didn't know what any of this meant, but I was keenly aware of the possessive thoughts I'd had about him all night. They also felt true. He obviously didn't feel the same way about me, judging by the way his jaw ticced. And I couldn't even blame him.

"I'll clean up at home." CJ forced a tight grin.

"CJ…" He looked at me, and just like that, I didn't know what to say. So with a sigh, I stepped away from the door, so that he could leave.

He stormed outside without looking back. The sound of his door slamming made me squeeze my eyes closed and hang my head. A curse burst from my mouth. "Fuck."

I'd messed up. Royally, too.

I was left to decipher where I went wrong. Was CJ pissed because I'd let him leave without so much as asee you later? Or was it because I'd taken so many of his firsts without knowing what I could offer in return? They'd been firsts for me too, but it was different. Wasn't it?

CJ was a client. He was a man. And I wanted him. None of those things bothered me or changed how I felt, even after my dick went soft. And that meant there was more to the way I felt than simply physical attraction. I had no idea what to do with that realization. I just knew I needed to figure it the fuck out before I lost him. If I hadn't already.

So despite the two warring thoughts I had about either fixing this mess or escaping completely, I locked the door and headed for the stairs to my apartment.

The last thing I needed to do was make the situation more difficult when I had no answers.

I was in over my head, and for the first time in my life, I was completely clueless.

Thirteen

CJ

Fuck Roman.

Fuck me.

What had I been thinking?

I had barely stepped a foot out of the closet, and the first thing I do is go after a straight guy? Or rather a guy hung up on the idea of being straight. What we'd done was definitely gay as hell, whether Roman wanted to accept it or not.

Following an orgasm that consuming after finally hooking up with a guy, you'd think I'd be relaxed. Maybe even relieved.Nope.

As I made my way up the stairs to my apartment, the slight buzz I'd had from pounding a few beers after bailing on Nate had been replaced by frustration and disappointment. Maybe I should have gone through with the date.

I scoffed at the thought as I swung the door open then slammed it closed behind me. I never should have agreed to the date in the first place. Going out with one guy to help me stop thinking about the one I couldn't have was regret waiting to happen.

Making a beeline for the refrigerator, I clenched my jaw. I was done with Roman. I was done with all of it. I whipped the refrigerator door open and shoved my hand into a box half-full of bottles of beer.

"What the hell are you doing?" Caleb's sleepy voice startled me, and I spun around to face him.

"Being stupid." Twisting off the top, I chugged most of the bitter liquid.

My twin propped his shoulder on the wall and crossed his ankles as he blinked tired blue eyes at me. "No, you're normally stupid. What isthis? You're stomping around like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. The hell happened?"

I took deep breaths to calm down while considering my response. I couldn't exactly be honest with him.

"Caleb?" Christa's whispered voice came from down the hall. "Is he okay?"

He turned, glancing toward their bedroom. "Everything's fine, babe. I'll be back in a few minutes."

They murmured back and forth, and I didn't bother trying to hear them over the rushing noise in my ears. Images of Roman and me grinding against each other filled my head, and my nostrils flared as I shook the memory off. "I'm fine, Caleb. Go to bed."

I was not fine, but I did my best to appear as if my world hadn't tipped on its side within the short span of half an hour.

"Yeah, you look fine." Sarcasm thickened in his tone when he glanced at me again.

Apparently, I was doing an awful job of concealing how I really felt. I needed to escape before Caleb could keep drilling me with questions. Suddenly, I remembered my condition. If Caleb closed the distance, he might notice my disheveled hair, and who knows what I smelled like.

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