Page 57 of Clueless Romeo

Rolling my lips, I tapped on the screen.

Me:You told him about last night?

The response was instant.

CJ:Of course not. He overheard us. Or you and "some guy" anyway.

Fuck. I squeezed my eyes closed. What did it matter what Caleb thought?

Me:And you didn't tell him some guy was you?

CJ:Hell no. Have you met my nosy ass twin?

He had a point. Caleb would have questions and be all in our business. The problem was I had no idea if I was gay or bisexual. Obviously, I'd fucked CJ and wanted to do it again, so I wasn't exactly straight.

I was so damn confused. I'd always noticed if a man was attractive, but everyone did, didn't they? But the difference was, they'd never made me so hard I was damn near begging to shove my dick in their ass.

No, CJ was the only man who'd made me desperate to get inside him. I was still fucking desperate.

Me:What are you doing today?

CJ:Early lunch with my dad, Caleb, and Christa.

CJ:SOS!

I chuckled as the line to the counter moved, and I shuffled forward with the other customers. While I continued to wait to order, my attention refocused on the conversation. I paused with my fingers hovering over the screen.

My first impulse was to ask him to come over again tonight, to feel him beneath me. But I wasn't sure that was a good idea. So after releasing a deep breath, I locked the screen and stuffed my phone back into my jeans pocket.

As the line slowly inched forward, customer by customer, I scanned the coffee shop, taking in individual faces, picturing each one finding out I was gay. If CJ was beside me, giving everyone here the vibe that we were a couple, how would they look at us? Would I care if anyone judged us?

No, I decided. That wasn't the problem. The issue was that I might not know myself as well as I'd thought. For someone who prided themselves on reading people, knowing them inside and out from observation and intuition alone, how had I been so blind to something critically important about myself?

I had so many questions and no answers. Not knowing yourself was an unsettling feeling, and I didn't know what to do with that.

"Roman." Mrs. Walden's voice shook me from my thoughts, and I glanced at her as she eyed me curiously. "You are a million miles away, child. Everything okay?"

The question was becoming repetitive, so the imbalance of my thoughts was definitely projecting. I forced a smile. "Everything's fine. Everyday life as usual. Can I get our regular order?"

She didn't appear convinced but nodded before turning and fiddling with the machine. "Jazmine seems to like this new fella, doesn't she?"

Grateful her attention had turned toward my sister, I cleared my throat. The dead giveaway that my sister really was into the guy was that she rarely talked about him. She was complicated like that. "Seems so. Poor guy."

Mrs. Walden cackled, tossing her head back as a hearty laugh rose from her chest. "You be nice about that girl. I'm so happy she found love. Now, you, on the other hand…"

I held back a sigh. The diversion hadn't lasted long, but I adopted a casual tone. "I don't need a relationship to be happy, Mrs. Walden."

She popped lids on the cups and carried them back to the counter. "That's true. But life is filled with many joys that come from sharing special moments with the right person."

I cocked a brow. "You realize the divorce rate nationwide is extremely high, right?"

She frowned. "For a matchmaker, you sure have a pessimistic outlook about love."

"That's not true. But don't you think the rate might be a little higher if people like me settle down when they aren't ready or just don't want to?"

She took the debit card I slid across the counter and began ringing up the coffee. "Roman Love, stop spouting numbers and facts at me. I may be growing older, and you may be in the business of relationships, but that doesn't make you an expert on matters of the heart. That's a personal journey only known by those who have experienced it. You've never met a woman who made your heart skip a beat? Who made you a tad bit miserable when you're apart?"

"No," I replied immediately, and it was true. However, one person had caused both. He just wasn't a woman.

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