Page 88 of Kiss-Fist
Because I have a boyfriend!
My spin class is paying for it dearly this morning. One of my regulars even swore when she saw how happy I was, but my light will not be dimmed. My ass aches from the deep dicking he gave me in the shower that morning, his cock tunneling into me as I bent over and took it. But even while sitting on this tiny bike seat, I feel no regrets.
Even if it’s hard to sit down.
“Alright!” I say after the sixth hill. “Let’s take it down to a gentle glide.”
There’s a collective sigh around the room as I switch the music to something better suited for the countryside. I cansee Dianne on her usual bike, glaring at me. She flips me off, and I grin. Yeah, I’m about to hear about this from a few more regulars, but I don’t care.
I barely feel the burn becauseIhave aboyfriend!
Really glad this is internal monologue because Dex is going to kill me once my mouth gets going. I haven’t seen him yet, but I’m bursting to tell literally every single person I know. I’ve already texted Isaac, who sent me a video text of him miming dick-sucking. Then I texted Zev because I’m excited for him to come back so I can show off my new ASL skills.
He sent me a GIF of Deaf applause.
Then I had a mini panic attack because what if Robbie isn’t ready for everyone to know? I’ll just have to beg for his forgiveness. On my knees. All night.
That should work.
I wipe sweat off my brow, which is not from the cycling, and eventually finish the cooldown. I stop my bike as everyone gets off theirs, and I see half a dozen wobbly legs.
Whoops.
As predicted, Dianne marches over and folds one arm over her chest, the other swings back, and she punches me in the arm. Hard.
“Ow.”
She narrows her eyes and moves to do it again, but this time, I dodge her. “What the fuck, Thom! Did you double dose your Adderall?”
“That would have made me want to nap,” I tell her. “I’m just happy.”
She stares. She’s been taking my class for two years now,and she knows me a little too well. “Oh. I know what this is. You got some.” She pauses, then grabs the handle on my bike and leans in. “No. That’s not it. You’re in love.”
Shit. Is it love? I mean…no. But also, maybe yes?
I gulp.
“It’s about time. I’ll forgive you just this once, Thom. Do you hear me? Just. This. Once.” She waggles her eyebrows at me before walking off without letting me answer, and I lean back, groping for my water bottle, then my phone. There’s a text from Robbie waiting for me.
Robbie: Good morning now I’m more awake. You have good class, ok?
I love Deaf texts. When Robbie’s not in teacher mode, he drops most of his articles and keeps his sentences dyslexia-friendly.
I send him a thumbs-up, then some hearts, then a kissy face, then an eggplant, then a peach. I stop myself before I can get too out of control.
I get an eye-roll GIF back.
Okay. Yeah. I might love him a little. Maybe a lot. I stare down at my hand and drop my middle and ring finger against my palm. It’s a sign I’ve known for years—it’s probably one of the signs most hearing people already know.
I love you.
I try to imagine his face if I were to sign it to him. I can picture about two hundred different scenarios, and most of them end with him being freaked out that I’m saying that shit this early.
I ball my hand into a fist and stare at it. “Do not,” I warn my fingers. “Do not ruin this for me. We have time.”
Shaking out my hands, I climb off the bike and grab the bottle of sanitizer, quickly attacking the room so it’s ready to go for Dex’s evening class. I’m sweating a bit more by the time I’m done, but that’s fine.
I’m free floating for the rest of my shift apart from doing the gym requisition forms for our protein shake mixes and submitting a handful of payments Dex left me on the desk. I don’t know why he’s always shoving paperwork at me.
