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“What is it? You can tell me. If you want. I won’t judge.”
He stopped and refilled his lungs before he looked at me again.
“I was never really into…”
“Guys?”
He shook his head.
“No. It’s not that. It’s…sex. I was never really into it.”
I paused and waited for him to continue.
“I don’t know, whenever I’d date someone, my mind never really went to sex. I was more interested in getting to know them. And whenever I dated women, they got…frustrated. I’d push myself to have sex because I knew that’s what they wanted, but…I don’t know. I thought I was broken. I guess I was gay all along.”
I put the cloth down and took both his hands in mine.
“Hey. You’re not broken. And just because you had sex with a guy?—”
“A hot as fuck guy,” he corrected, and yeah, it was cheesy, but it did make me smile.
“Well, that doesn’t make you gay. Maybe you’re bi. Or pan. Or just queer. And maybe you’re asexual and that’s why you weren’t interested in sex with them.”
He huffed.
“Asexual, huh? But…how do you explain this?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t really.
“Well, asexuality is a spectrum. I can’t answer that for you.”
Teddy took a deep breath and then pulled me back into his arms.
“In the meantime, can we keep doing this? For research purposes, of course.”
I laughed.
The sane, professional thing to do was say no.
But the post-orgasmic Wesley couldn’t think of boundaries and ethics right now.
“I guess, if it’s for science,” I said.
TWENTY-THREE
TEDDY
Ihad no idea how I managed to get out of Wesley’s arms and bed and back home with Bear, but somehow, I did it. It didn’t mean I could think straight. It didn’t mean I could concentrate on anything other than the memories of his body on mine, my tongue and lips tasting him, or my hands exploring every part of him.
“Uncle Teddy?” Bear asked during pizza dinner.
“Huh?” I turned to him and blinked to focus my vision back on him.
“Are you okay?”
God, get your head screwed on right, Teddy.
If even Bear noticed I wasn’t with it, then I was way too discombobulated.
