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Less confusing?
When I shrugged and probably looked dramatic, he chuckled. “I should’ve asked and not backed away from the conversation. But in my defense, in the past you mentioned not wanting a Dom to take over your life outside of the bedroom.”
Oh.
Yeah.
“You’re not…” He wasn’t like that Dom I’d dated. He was Cyrus. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”
Shaking his head, Cyrus tried to look serious. “So what? I’m not a Dom?”
“You’re not like one of those Doms.” That should’ve been obvious. “You’re you.”
He was my Cyrus.
Did I have to spell that out?
I wasn’t sure how I’d begin to do it, so I took the chicken way out and stretched up to kiss him.
“Oh wow. Are you guys out now?” The voice coming from the doorway made me question if we’d shut that at any point. “I mean, I know you’re both out but are you telling everyone you’re dating now?”
Fuck.
Recovering faster than I did, Cyrus straightened. “Yeah, we’re telling everyone now. But you’ve got me curious. When do you think we started dating?”
That was probably a very good question.
Bouncy -ick guy frowned and took it seriously. “Well, you guys went through that weirdwe’re in an open relationshipkind of phase—not that there’s anything wrong with it—but that stopped about a year ago…so…yeah, I’m going to go with a year.”
A year?
Before I could even begin to figure out what that meant, he leaned his head back out the doorway into the main space. “Hey, they’re out now. We don’t have to ignore it anymore.”
Anymore?
Cyrus was doing his best not to laugh as he dropped his voice to a whisper. “Guess I can’t have you take a shower next to me now.”
No, they’d definitely know something was up.
A year?
“Yep. That’s what he said.”
Clearly I hadn’t just thought that, so I clamped my lips together and did my best to make my brain tune back into reality.
Cyrus looked like he wanted to laugh but he had himself mostly under control by the time -ick turned back to us. “Patrick? You off for the day?”
Ick.
Patrick.
“Yeah.” He was even bouncier than he’d been when I’d walked in, so I hoped a workout would help him relax. “I’m gonna get a workout in before I head out.”
“Great.” I tuned out as they went over some work stuff but then back in when I heard my name. “Weston. Yeah, we’re heading out too. Gonna go find some dinner.”
“A date. That’s great.” He really was one deep breath away from actually bouncing around the room. “Have fun, man, and I’m glad y’all are finally out. That open thing didn’t seem to make you guys happy.”
They’d thought we were dating the whole time?
