Page 21 of Nothing Left to Lose

More silence, then the TV shut off, casting the room in darkness. Aaaaand more silence.

“I’m just trying to get my head around it,” he blurted out. “I’m not having some gay-panic moment. I’m not, it’s not that, it’s just... It was my first time kissing a guy. And not just any guy, but you.”

“Wow. Sorry to disappoint.”

He growled in frustration. “I wasn’t disappointed, for fuck’s sake, Miller. I thought you’d be more understanding.”

Well, that stopped me.

I rolled over to face him. “I can’t be understanding when you won’t talk to me, then you tell me the problem was not kissing a man but specifically because you were kissing me. Not sure how I’m supposed to take that.”

“Because it wasn’t a problem to kiss you,” he said, clearly exasperated. “That’s the problem.”

“Okay, thanks for clearing things up.”

“Jesus, Miller. Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“I liked it!” he cried, rubbing his hands over his face. “I liked it,” he whispered this time.

Well, holy shit.

I reached out and took his hand. “It’s okay, Brody. You’re allowed to like it. And you’re allowed to try new things and decide if it’s for you or not. It’s okay to maybe like it now and then decide no, it’s not for you. There are no rules. So, no regrets, okay?”

He sighed and smiled, his eyes meeting mine in the dark. “Thank you.”

God, how it made my heart flutter and ache at the same time.

“So, tomorrow,” he hedged, wincing.

“Will you be okay with kissing or not? We can totally skip it if you want.” Not that I wanted to skip it, but it felt like the right thing to say. “Kiss my cheek instead, or my temple. People love that. Or my neck... Okay, maybe don’t kiss my neck, because that’s my weak spot so that’s probably not a good idea. Especially if I’m wearing Speedos.”

He snorted out a laugh. “Oh god. Are you really?”

“Absolutely. It’s a gay pool party, of course I am.”

He groaned. “I’ll be so out of my depth.”

“Believe me, they’ll love you. But stick with me and you’ll be fine.”

“Well, we’re supposed to be husbands, so who else am I gonna be with?”

I snorted. “Oh, my sweet summer child. Tomorrow’s going to be so much fun.”

I wokeup with Brody’s arm around my waist, his nose in my hair, his dick pressed against my ass.

I’d dreamed of moments like this.

Specifically.

Oh so very specifically.

My whole body burned, my dick fully awake and ready, and it took physical effort on my behalf not to grind against him.

Oh god, how I wanted to.

And maybe if I did, he’d wake up and finish the job.

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