?“What did I say?”
?He glanced over at me, a smirk on his face. “You said you had dreams about a farm. And I want to find out what my dreams are. Who knows, maybe they’re not so dissimilar to yours.”
?“Alright, but don’t go buying a farm just because I want one,” I warned, pointing my spoon at him menacingly. “I know you’re excited and ready to do something drastic. But if you and I are going to date, we need to take it just a little bit slow.”
?“Like… no sex slow?”
?He gave me his biggest puppy dog eyes, and I nearly melted on the spot.
?“Sex is fine. But I don’t want you building a new life around me before we even know if we can stand each other for that long.” I leaned close, poking him with my spoon. “If you’re going to build a life here, then do it for yourself only. If it’s meant to be, then we’ll make it work.”
?“Alright,” he said, holding his hands up in mock defeat. “If I make any decisions, I’ll make sure they’re purely selfish.”
?“Good boy.” I went back to my food. “So, did you decide to become fully gay or are you going with a different label?” I pointed out toward the beach. “Who do you think is hot out there?”
?“That guy right there,” he replied, pointing to a red head in a pair of green trunks with muscles for days. “He’s hot.”
?“Accurate.”
?“And although his girlfriend looks like she would probably tie me down and beat me with a riding crop, she’s kinda hot too.”
?I looked her up and down. “I don’t see it.”
?“She’s got a nice shape and good tits.”
?“Huh.” I tried to imagine her naked before I reached down and poked my dick through my shorts. “Nope. Not even the tiniest twitch.”
?“Well, you’re gay.”
?“And I’m gonna say pretty confidently that you’re bisexual.”
?Rowan smiled. “I think I can handle that.”
?“Do me a favor though,” I added. “If you ever want to fuck a girl, don’t ask me to be part of it, okay?”
?He laughed out loud at that, the sound of his laughter filling my chest with pride and affection.
?“Don’t worry,” he replied. “With you around, I doubt I’m even going to notice other people.” He leaned close, kissing the side of my neck. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. No one else can compare.”
?I melted into him, the butterflies in my stomach erupting into a frenzy.
?This boy was going to kill me.
Chapter Twenty-Two: James
Rowan practically kicked the cabin door down as he carried me over the threshold. My foot was feeling fine enough to walk on a little, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Instead he took me to the couch and sat me down gently, his lips pressed against mine as he crawled into my lap. I was surprised to find him grinding against me, but I definitely didn’t mind. I’d been hard as a rock since he began kissing me back at the beach and that wasn’t going to go away any time soon.
?“You’re so beautiful,” Rowan whispered against my neck as he kissed his way down my shoulder. “So fucking beautiful.”
?“Rowan,” I replied, my hands already under his shirt. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I can… wait…”
?“No,” he replied feverishly. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day I met you.” He leaned back, his brown eyes fixed on mine. “I want to worship every inch of you if you’ll let me.”
?“I…” I hesitated. “I’m a little worried. About going all the way…”
?He suddenly sat back, taking his hands off me. “I can stop.”
?“It’s not that,” I replied, turning my gaze to the floor as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “It’s just that… Well, every guy I do that with… leaves. And I don’t mean it happened once or twice. I mean every single one.”