Page 8 of Candy Hearts
Hell, William was fucking gorgeous. And rich. And kind of silently sexy (or maybe boring—the jury was still out). He seemed to be loosening up, at least. So why not fuck? They evidently had a full day alone before anyone else showed up, and Benji’s cell phone battery was not going to last that long unless he asked William if he could charge it in his car. Benji’s old truck didn’t have that capability. Sex was as good a way to pass the time as any other activity.
Now,thatwas definitely the attitude that had gotten him in trouble in the past, but William wasn’t a Grindr hookup.He owned property. Surely that meant something. Benji hadn’t slept with a property owner in ages. Or ever. People his age couldn’t afford property. Thanks a lot, baby boomers. Or maybe that was the gig economy’s fault? Benji was bad at current events.
But Benji wasgoodat talking himself into bad decisions. The best at it, really.
William scooted forward in his chair, suddenly intent and focused on nothing but Benji’s face. The low light in the room cast shadows over William’s body, making him look harsh and deliciously wicked.
“What exactly do you want, Benji?”
“I don’t know,” he said.
“I think you do.”
An idea popped into Benji’s head as if it had been placed there by Cupid himself. He imagined pulling one of those arrows with a plunger on the end off his chest.
“I have the best idea.”
“What is it?”
“So you know how Valentine’s Day sucks? Especially when you’re lonely as shit. And I am.”
“Okay.” William frowned.
That was not ideal. Benji wanted that unicorn smile back. He needed to lawyer the hell out of this proposition.
“I’m single. Are you single?”
William nodded. “I wouldn’t hit on you otherwise.”
Benji waved that comment away. He’d had plenty of non-single dudes hit on him. “Well, we’re all alone for a while. It’s Valentine’s Day in two days.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve never had a valentine. Want to be mine?”
William blinked a few times, his face blank.
Mayday. Mayday.Big mistake. Big, even for Benji.
“Fake valentines,” Benji said, in addendum.
“Why do you want to be fake valentines?” William asked, his face still scary neutral.
Well, Benji had been hoping for a “hell yes, let’s bang,” so this was super humiliating.
“Because! You’re hot, and it’ll be fun. We can be romantic and flirty without the pressure. Or, as romantic as is possible during a power outage in the middle of nowhere.”
Benji had never had a valentine. And yes, Sasha had invited him to this weird Valentine’s Day house party so he’d feel better about being single. This idea spit in the face of that, but Benji liked spitting in the face of things.
“Fake valentines,” William repeated, nodding slowly.
“Yes!” Benji raised his hands in the air and pretended to have aRockymoment.
William laughed. “What will being valentines with you entail?”
“Blowjobs?”
William’s face registered half a second of shock. “Oh. Okay. Hello. So we’re doing this.”
