Page 26 of The Marriage Policy

“Good point about not being queer. It’s just…you and Donovan are more in tune than any two people I’ve ever known. You anticipate each other’s needs, finish each other’s sentences, and there’s a comfort between you two, a connection.”

That’s easy to explain. “We’re best friends.” I walk over to the fridge and pull out some leftover pizza—double pepperoni and sausage. “This good for lunch?”

“Leftover pizza is one of my favorite things. Let me help.” She comes over and takes the box, which does make it easier for meto use the crutches. “Anyway, I have a best friend—other than Justin. Her name is Hillary, and we’re not you and Donovan. It’s different. I can’t explain it. You have to know this, right?”

Not really. Obviously, Donovan and I are close, he’s my favorite person and I better be his, but I don’t believe that’s just an us thing. “I just think that’s how best friends are. Maybe you don’t see it with you and Hillary.”

Ana shrugs. “Maybe, but I’m not so sure. The first time I came here, I totally thought the two of you were secretly hooking up.”

My mouth drops open in a way that can’t be very attractive.

She laughs. “It’s like I said: how in tune you are, the way you almost move together. It’s very sexy.”

Strangely, blood chooses that moment to start working its way to my groin. “We’re sexy?”

“Not in a gross, fetishizing way. I’ll shut up now.”

The thing is, I kinda don’t want her to shut up. I want to know how Donovan and I are sexy. I mean, I’m hot. And he’s hot, if guys are your thing. It’s not like I can’t tell when someone is good-looking, and I would say D’s gotta be like a nine. But I guess I never thought about us being sexytogether, and now I can’t evict it from my mind.

“Whatever. We’re just us,” is how I respond, unsure what else to say. I put pizza on a plate for each of us, then pop hers into the microwave first.

“I’m sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Yes.Only probably not in the way she thinks. And I can’t even figure out how or why because it’s not like this is the first time someone has wondered if Donovan and I are together. But they’ve also never talked about connection and moving together and sex stuff at the same time. Maybe that’s what’s fucking with my head. “No, I’m fine. Just tired, and my ankle hurts.”

And I’m being dumb, so I decide to stop being dumb. Donovan and I are who we always have been, and I need to try to get laid or something. But then, I know I won’t do that. Not when I’m married to Donovan. Still, that must be the issue, though.

My weirdness right now has nothing to do with anything other than that.

CHAPTER TEN

Donovan

The house smellslike tomatoes, garlic, and Italian spices when I walk in. Music blasts out of Eric’s phone, which sits on the kitchen counter. He’s got his back to me, hopping on one foot while singing into one of his crutches like it’s a microphone.

Not gonna lie, it’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t help smiling. This is what he does. Makes every situation, every mundane thing better and more fun.

I close the door quietly, then sneak up behind him. Eric turns when I reach him, startles, but he doesn’t stop, just grabs my hand and tries to spin himself, losing his balance in the process.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine, D. I have no life. Let a man dance.”

He uses his crutches, though, and we do our best to move around together in a way that resembles dancing. He laughs when he stumbles again, but I catch him, and then the song ends.

“You’re adorable when you dance and cook.”

“I’m adorable all the time.” He waggles his brows, and like always, just being around Eric gives me a light, happy feeling.

“And of course, cocky.”

“Confident. There’s a difference. I’m confident when it comes to some things.”

And honestly, he should be and he’s right. Eric is adorable all the time.

“It smells good. I’m starving. I cleaned up some at work, but I’m gonna go change and be right back.” I kiss his temple, andEric gives me what can only be described as a dopey grin. I mean that in the best way possible.

I head to my en suite and jump in the shower. My cock has a slight chub for some reason, and I reach down, giving it a slow stroke, but then decide I don’t have time to do that. Plus, maybe it’s weird to stand here and jerk it while Eric is waiting for me.

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