Page 27 of The Reality of Wanting Him

“Sorry.” I quickly leave, and go out to see if there’s another bathroom in the main living space.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but I do find one. When I get back to our room, he still isn’t done. I showered before our final date earlier, so I throw on a pair of my boxer briefs and sit on the bed to wait for him, ready to apologize yet again. I can’t believe it was only today that I was so worried about LM not choosing me, and now, I’m living withhim.At this rate, though, I won’t be surprised if I wake up to find he’s snuck out in the middle of the night—done with me before our first full day together.

Maybe I really am a shit boyfriend. No wonder all my relationships barely begin before they get tired of me.

As soon as he walks into the room, I launch into my apology without giving him time to speak. “I’m sorry. I didn’t notice the other bathroom earlier, and I’ve been in so many locker rooms over the years, I honestly didn’t think twice about there being a privacy issue. Please don’t leave.” It all comes out in one long breath. Hopefully he understands my rant and I didn’t say it too quickly.

He’s standing still, frozen by the door, staring at me, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s checking out my naked chest. I automatically sit up straighter and flex, trying to impress him.Huh, do I normally try to show off for men?Probably. I work too hard to look like I do to not let everyone appreciate it.

“Locker rooms?” he finally asks, sounding unamused as he meets my gaze. He’s slowly rounding the bed toward his side, which I take as a good sign that he isn’t immediately leaving.

“Yeah, I couldn’t tell you before because it would give away my gender, but I played football for most of my life.”

“Of course you did.” I swear I can hear the eye roll in his tone. “It’s fine. It’s been a long day, let's just get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I say, getting under the covers as he turns off the light. Once we’re both settled, facing away from each other, Ifeel like there’s still awkward tension. “Hey, Liam? Thanks for giving me a chance,” I whisper.

Finally.My dick is rock-hard as the pretty brunette on their knees in front of me wraps their lips around the head and sucks. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve gotten any action. I can’t remember the last time I got off with another person and not my right hand. I can’t stop my hips from jerking forward, chasing more of this feeling. They let out a deep moan in response to my obvious desperation, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back as pleasure overwhelms my senses. I thread my fingers through their hair—hair that is much shorter than I realized.

That’s strange.

I open my eyes and look down into the familiar bright blue gaze of the person with their lips wrapped around my cock.

Liam.

I jolt awake from my dream to find I’m spooning Liam in our bed, my very obvious erection digging into his ass. I should probably be more embarrassed or worried about Liam’s reaction, but all I can focus on is how great this is.

“L, guess what?” I whisper, moving back so that we aren’t tangled together as I gently nudge him.

“Hmm?” he hums, seemingly already awake.

“I just had a sex dream about you,” I tell him excitedly.

“What?” he asks, surprisingly alert as he rolls over to look at me.

“I had a sex dream about you and woke up super hard, isn’t that great?” His brow is furrowed and he’s still looking at me like I’m speaking a language he doesn’t understand.

“It’s great?” he echoes the question, obviously not following me.

“Well, as you know, I haven’t been with another man before,and to be honest, I was a little nervous about the physical aspect of that, but obviously I’m attracted to you on top of the emotional connection we’ve already been building.”

I pause trying to find the right words. I want to tell him that once I caught up to the reality that LM is Liam—a man—it’d be easy enough for me to get on board. I’ve always been a go-with-the-flow person, and we do have a strong emotional connection, which has been the thing that’s been missing from all my other relationships. I really don’t care that he’s a man, I just haven’t ever considered dating one before.

“I’m not scared of figuring this out,” I say. “Not if you’re the one I’m in a relationship with.”

“Well, I’m glad you think that’s a positive thing and you’re not freaking out…” he trails off as he shakes his head and runs his hands through his short hair.I wonder if it’s as soft as it felt in my dream.“I’m going to go start breakfast.”

He heads out of our room, shutting the door behind him. I can’t stop thinking about my dream, and what it would really be like to be with Liam like that.Fuuuck,I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. My cock is still aching by the time I get out of bed, so I take a quick shower to rub one out. I don’t know if I should feel guilty or excited about it, but I can’t help but picture Liam as I do.

As I’m getting dressed, the smell of bacon overwhelms me and I practically skip out of our room to see how much Liam made. I hope I’ll get to experience his cooking firsthand now that we live together.

“Fuck, that smells amazing. Is there enough for me?” I ask, stepping right up behind him and placing a hand on his hip to steady myself as I look over his shoulder at the sizzling pan.

“Shit, you scared me,” he says with a jolt.

“Sorry,” I say, stepping back as I open cabinets until I find plates and silverware for us. Unless he’s planning to eat a ton of food by himself, it looks like he made us both breakfast. Myheart feels a little lighter in my chest at the realization that he might not have given up on me yet. “Any cream or sugar for that coffee?” I ask as I set the table.

“Just cream.”

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