Page 163 of Loving the Legend
My jaw ticks. “Those two? Nah. I know they’re just friends.”
“If you say so.”
He’s suddenly the most annoying person in the world after Arnaz.
“Got to piss. Have a safe flight back.” I brush past him down the stairs.
I’m fumingby the time I reach home. It was a mistake showing up to the party. What was I thinking? If I can’t get the images of them plastered every fucking where online out of my head, how’d I think it would go seeing them in person?
Sid’s demisexual when it comes to men, and it’s clear he’s formed a close connection with Arnaz. That doesn’t mean much,except they have an intimacy that extends to their game. And I know for sure Arnaz wants him.
Or has he had him already? I push the thought away despite knowing how easy it is to cheat. Dudes throw entire NDA parties to fuck around. It’d be so easy for shit to go down with Sid and Arnaz on the road after a win, drunk, and headed back to the hotel.
I ball my fists. I’m so tired of these thoughts racking my brain.
After I down a glass of water, I head to the patio. I stare at the sky, desperate for a reprieve from the gnawing images circling my head. Pulling out my phone, I delete all my social apps and power it down. I take a deep breath and stare out at the dark trees and mountains. It’s easy to feel like the only person on earth here, and I’m grateful for it tonight.
I start to undress as I head to the bathroom to brush the taste of alcohol out of my mouth. My hand trembles as I pick up my toothbrush.
I really need to punch something.
Or fuck someone.
Like an optimistic idiot, I prepped tonight on the chance Sid and I would reunite.
I hang my head as I climb into the shower. After I scrub myself, I lean against the wall and let the hot water unknot my muscles. I recall the press of Sid’s body against mine when he hugged me. God, he felt good in my arms. My fingers trail down and wrap around my dick.
His scent and the intense way he stared into my eyes...
I pump myself faster, and my head falls back. Fuck. I can already tell my hand’s not going to be enough tonight. I need to sink into—
“Ty!”
I jump, startled by Sid’s voice, as the bathroom door rips open. “What the fuck? You just bounced? No bye? Then you ignore my calls?”
I start to respond, but my brain wipes out when his gaze trails down to my erection, and despite his glare, he does a shit job masking his desire.
Neither one of us moves. I can sense he’s battling with himself, but there’s no denying he wants me. And, fuck, if my erection is anything to go by, I want him badly too. But I can’t touch him—not until I get answers.
I release my dick and brush past him. “I’m surprised you noticed.” I snatch up a towel and stalk away.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, trailing me into the bedroom.
I towel down and then reach into the drawer for briefs. I yank them on and stare up at the ceiling. “Are you fucking Arnaz?” I ask, turning to face him.
He grimaces. “The fuck? No! Never. How could you ask me that? I’ve never been unfaithful.”
“Are you falling in love with him?” I cross my arms, bracing for the answer.
“No! I’m in love with you. Seriously, where is this coming from?”
How doesn’t he know what everyone is saying?
“I saw how close you two are tonight, and I know what an emotional bond with a man can mean for you. I hear what people say about you two.”
“Whoa, whoa, what did you see tonight? What have you heard? I’m not fucking him. He’s just a friend. I’m not allowed to have friends now?”
“C’mon, Sid. He’s in love with you. You’re telling me that you can’t see it?”
