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“Oh…uh…no. It’s okay. I’ll finish it now that I started it,” he said and walked back to the counter, sipping the drink he apparentlydidn’tlike.
Oh, so is that how you are gonna be, Mr. Dorothy? You’re going to lie to me.
If anything, his lukewarm response made me all the more determined to find the flavor that would crack that tough-as-hell exterior.
And as God was my witness, I would.
I would get that man to admit that he loved my bubble tea even if it killed me.
TEN
PARKER
“Are you sure you don’t like bubble tea? Because you sure look like you do,” Hwan said, lifting his hands in the air, and all the bubbles floated around him.
He popped a couple with his fingers and gave me a smile that was as sinful as the rest of him.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out, so naturally, he laughed.
It wasn’t mocking me though. It was gentle and amusing and…seductive.
He beckoned me closer, and I approached him, more translucent bubbles floating around us, but all I could focus on was his bare chest, his smooth abdomen, bare shoulders, and the tiny pink undies that were the only article of clothing on him.
When we were only inches apart, he put his finger under my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. His face was framed like a heart by his wet pink hair.
I could only stand to look at those pearly brown eyes for so long before my gaze dropped again, this time to his glossy lips, tempting me to kiss them.
“You know you love bubbles, Mr. Dorothy,” he whispered, the breath of his voice blowing hot on my face and giving me goosebumps.
He leaned in, closing the distance…
I opened my eyes and blinked several times. The ceiling came into focus. Then the light fitting. Then the rest of the room.
My whole body was on edge as if Hwan had been real. As if his lips were on mine and I could feel his effect on me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I groaned and slapped my forehead, rubbing the sleep and delusions away.
I knew I’d been spending way too much time with the young man, but dreaming about him was a whole new…thing.
Especially dreaming of him sitting in a champagne glass with soap bubbles all around him while he was practically naked like a burlesque dancer.
My stomach clenched, and I looked down at the tent in my blanket and sighed.
“What is wrong with you, Parker?” I growled and put my hand under the blanket to put my soldier at ease.
But, of course, it pulsed under my touch.
Was this the new low I’d sunk into in my life? Having wet dreams about young men that had no business being on my mind?
I pressed my erection down, willing it away, but it wouldn’t obey. Instead, Hwan’s image from my dream dominated the space behind my eyelids. Every time I closed them, he was there.
“Stop it,” I told myself, but it didn’t work.
I thought I was done with this shit the moment I graduated from high school. I’d tried this gay thing, but it did nothing for me. Yeah, sometimes release had been easy, or whatever, but I wasn’t gay just because I’d watched a little gay porn when I was a teen. And a few times after that.
I wasn’t gay. I’d decided that a long time ago.
“You know you love bubbles, Mr. Dorothy.”
