Page 84 of The Bro Pact
CHAPTER THIRTY
KYLE
“It’ll take a few days to get home,” Ren murmurs into my mouth between tender, teasing kisses. “We should probably think about hitting the road.” But he doesn’t move and neither do I.
“Mmm. Do we have to?” I moan as his lips trail along my jaw.
I’m not ready to go home, and I’m certainly not ready to face the real world or the consequences of our actions. Because if I’m being honest with myself, I’m afraid of the fallout.
I’m afraid this happiness I found with him won’t last, and I’ll be alone and depressed when we’re back in Colorado.
But most of all . . .
I’m afraid our friendship will be ruined.
Sparks fly when we’re together, there’s no denying that, but deep down, I know we’re playing with dynamite.
“I suppose we could stay one more day and leave in the morning,” he concedes, nibbling his way down my bare chest.
I try to get lost in the sensations, but my mind is racing, and I can’t seem to let go.
Will he regret all of this?
Will I?
How can everything not come crashing down once we’re back in our parents’ houses?
No matter how many times I go through this in my head, working it out like some sort of complex math problem, this can’t possibly work.
I’m not gay.
Completely out of sorts and way too distracted to mess around, I scramble out of bed, gently knocking Ren away as I rush to get my shorts on and hustle out the door.
“Ky?”
“I . . . Uh. I’m going for a run,” I stammer, ignoring the hurt flashing across his face as I grab the first pair of mismatched socks I can find.
“Ky, what’s wrong?” Ren asks with so much concern that my heart skips a beat, and I make the mistake of glancing up, getting caught in his stormy gray eyes, swirling with worry. “Talk to me,” he pleads.
But I ignore him, quickly slipping on my running shoes and making a break for the outside world before he can ask me where I’m going.
There’s a cliffside walking trail that I’ve been dying to check out ever since we first stopped here, so I jog in that direction. I take a deep breath, letting the warm California weather push the cold grip of anxiety away.
Shaking my jittery hands out, I quickly stretch before taking off along the skinny, paved trail that lines the edge of the cliff.
The sun reflects off the rippling ocean surface, shimmering like a pool of iridescent ink and clearing my head with its beauty.
Things seem easier for Ren, and I don’t know if that’s because he’s bisexual or what. He hasn’t come out to me—hasn’t labeled himself—and I don’t want to ask because I sure as shit don’t want him asking me the same question in return.
Although the answer is no.
Definitely, no.
I’m not gay or bi or anything but straight.
Sure, I enjoy watching guys in porn, but when I think about sticking my dick in any man other than Ren, my cock wilts.
But what does that mean?
