Page 30 of Spring Fling
I shrugged at his question, something gnawing and settling uncomfortably in my chest. This was my opening, my chance to tell him I wanted to keep this up, that I didn’t want to lose what we had just because we weren’t on vacation anymore. There were consequences to that, and maybe it was best to tackle it before we had other people involved.
My hand sought his, fingers intertwining and weaving with his. “I won’t be if this is it.”
Joe’s hand tightened around mine. “I—I think I get that. My biggest fear is that we get back and Nathan realizes what happened right away and murders me.”
It was enough to break some of the tension, a small laugh bubbling out of my chest. “If he wanted to try, he’d have to get past me. I’m a fucking adult now. Nate has to realize I’m capable of making my own choices and that I chose you.”
Those piercing blue eyes were wide as they snapped in my direction.
“You chose me, huh, sweetheart?”
“I think I made that obvious.”
Joe leaned in close, placing the gentlest and sweetest kiss against my lips. I melted into the sensation, in no hurry to heat things up. This was sealing something important. We were making the conscious decision that we were something real beyond this trip. That we belonged to each other.
A weight lifted from my chest when Joe climbed off the bed to pack some of our bags. It had been easier to talk to him about what I wanted than I thought it would be. How easy would it be to tell him about some of the other things I’d been craving, especially after that first time he’d fucked me? Was it weird to want him to keep filling me up like that? To have thoughts about him knocking me up even when I knew it was impossible for him to do that?
This would all be so much less awkward if I had someone to talk to about it who wasn’t him, but he’d more than proven that he wasn’t judgmental. Joe liked some different things. He had an exhibitionist streak. He liked to show off for others and I found it sexy as fuck.
How hard would it be to ask Chase about it? Probably super weird. There had to be a point where it went too far when asking my brother’s boyfriend about my sex life.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there...”
Joe startled me from my spiralingthoughts.
“Yeah, just trying to think of everything I need to do when I get back. I want to edit these photos and get them sent over to you, and then salvage what I can for class. Definitely not using the dirty ones.”
He chuckled, tackling me back to the mattress. “Mmm, but those were so much fun to take. I wouldn’t mind being your model over and over again.”
The feel of the metal of his lip ring against my neck sent tingles down my spine, straight to my cock. Perpetually horny. That’s what Joseph Bishop made me. It was a miracle I’d gotten to experience any of Cancun at all, but we’d made an honest effort to keep our hands off each other long enough to get out the door. With one last night, I wanted to just soak up the time with him, but when my stomach growled, I knew we needed to eat.
“Dinner?” he asked, kissing my neck one more time before climbing back off me and grabbing a tank top and tossing it over his head. It was a shame he had to cover up at all.
“Yeah, maybe we can try that seafood place again. That was really good. We have amazing seafood back home, but there’s something about trying it in different places.”
Joe nodded in agreement, pulling on a pair of shorts, and I lamented further at the loss of more exposed skin.
Leaving the room felt like a chore, but I was thankful to have something in my stomach. It would be weird to go back to reality where I couldn’t freely order a drink with my meal. While thingshad been easy in the room, the tension was back at the table. Our conversation was strained.
“Do you think you’ll ever tell the guys about the page?” I asked, shoving some rice around my plate.
Joe shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Like, they know I’ve always been carefree about shit like that, but there’s something about keeping it quiet. Like it’s something just for me.”
“Does it bother you I know?”
A noncommittal shrug. “Not really. Especially since you’re helping me with it now. Fuck, I mean, you’ve been indirectly helping me with it the entire time.”
My face heated at the admission, remembering all the random questions about camera angles and opinions on different pieces of equipment.
That meant I couldn’t talk to Chase about a lot of what happened this week. Not that I planned to tell him everything, anyway. I trusted him. He’d been so good about being my safe space and someone I could talk to about things. Chase was the person who had first suggested that I might be demisexual, and the more I’ve been sitting with that over the last week, it seemed to fit.
Joe was so different from everyone else. I was closer to him than most, and I trusted him. Once we’d established that I felt things I wasn’t able to feel with anyone else. It didn’t seem to matter that he was a guy. At least I knew my family was supportive, since they had no issues with Nathan and Chase.
“You’re back to thinking, sweetheart.”
I shook my head. “I know. There’s a lot to process, and I’m sort of freaking out a little about how to handle things back home.”
Joe reached across the table, palm up. I placed my hand in his and let him give it a squeeze. We smiled at each other and just sat for a few minutes, letting the quiet and calm settle over us.
