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“Fu-u-uck,” I moan. “So very definitely queer.”

Joey huffs a laugh, the sound petering into a groan when I lift a heavy-weighted hand to his pec. I trace the firmness of the muscle, running my fingers over and around his nipple. Mapping the shape of him.

“I like these, too,” I admit. “I mean, I like a lot about you. But these are, uh…yeah.”

Joey’s hands slide to my lower back, settling on my ass cheeks and tugging me close. I pull in a breath, the sheer size of him so much bigger than I’m used to.Everythingabout Joey is different than what I’m used to.

“Would you stay the night?” he asks, his lips brushing the side of my head.

“Like a sleepover?”

Another laugh. “Mhm.”

“Yeah, okay,” I agree, grinning. “Can I use your chest as a pillow?”

A small pause. “If you’d like.”

“Very much,” I tell him. “But maybe let’s stay here for another minute, okay? Because I’m not sure if my legs are working yet.”

Joey chuckles, his lips pressing a quick kiss to my hair. I let him hold me against the wall. Hold me up, really. Like any time I’m in Joey’s arms, I feel safe. Cocooned.

Precious, even.

We’ll need to wash up again to remedy the sticky situation between us. Unfortunate, really, considering how nice my jizz looks on Joey’s skin. And then we should definitely make some dinner before either of us gets too hangry.

But for now? I’m content to stay right here in Joey’s massive shower, sharing the afterglow.

I just had sex with a man.Thisman. I think I can most definitely add that to my list.

Step six in Brad’s Guide to Finding Himself and Falling in Love:

Wade fearlessly into the unknown.

Big. Fucking. Check.

Chapter 20

Joey

It’s my internal clock that wakes me. A quick check of the lightly lit analog above my dresser confirms it’s early still, not even eight in the morning.

I glance down at my chest, where a rather warm Brad is using me as a pillow. He’s barely moved all night. Or, if he has, he came right back in, nestled in the crook of my arm, his cheek pressed against me, his hand settled atop my stomach.

He said he doesn’t sleep well, but he didn’t disturb me once. A good night for him, maybe?

I run my hand lightly over his shoulder, the feel of him tucked against me, all smooth skin and warm man, making my throat catch. It feels so…normal. Or what I want normal to be. Brad, here in my bed, or me in his. Waking up together.Beingtogether, period.

People spend their entire lives searching for this. Trying to find the right person at the right time. To know I’ve foundmine…my right person…without yet knowing if it’s the right time?

It’s terrifying.

I told Iggy it was worth the risk. And I still believe that. I do.

But I don’t know how I’d ever be able to let this man go.

When Brad shifts, I hold my breath, not sure whether or not I want him to wake and shatter this perfectly still moment. He murmurs something indistinct, his fingers skating over my skin before settling at the side of my ribs. Turning his face, he lets out a sigh. He’s lying almost entirely on his stomach, a position I’m not sure I could sleep in.

He seems to slip back under, and my tension unwinds, making me realize just how stiffly I’d been holding myself. Perhaps I’m still a little scared. Scared that Brad will wake up and realize exactly who he’s with, and that he’ll, what…freak out, maybe? Change his mind?

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