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“One door closes and another opens. It might be a job offer, it might be something simpler. You just gotta have the cajónes to jump in when the opportunity presents itself.”
He rolled his eyes, but he got what Ezra was saying. This wasn’t an end, it was a beginning. He just had to figure out what he wanted. Which path he wanted to follow.
When he grabbed his beer off the coffee table, Ezra tapped their cans together and said, “To saying fuck you to asshole bosses.”
While Ezra drank, he stared at him with raised brows.
“Asshole bosses?”
Ezra blinked innocently at him, but his best friend did not have a shred of innocence left inside him, so Miles put his beer down and crossed his arms, leveling Ezra with a hard look.
“What did you do?”
Ezra worked for his foster father in the IT department of his security company. He’d worked there since they graduated from college. If he was calling Auggie an asshole, then it was likely because Auggie was holding him responsible for his actions.
Ezra blew out a breath and sank into the couch.
“I may or may not have fucked someone I shouldn’t have,” Ezra mumbled, back to batting his lashes at Miles.
He took a deep breath, then grabbed his beer and downed what was left.
“You’re an idiot.”
Ezra shrugged. “I know.”
“He didn’t fire you, did he?”
Ezra’s expression shuddered, and his words were clipped as he said, “He demoted me.”
Ouch. Yeah, that was definitely worse for Ezra than getting fired.
“You gonna stay? Work your way back up?”
Ezra shook his head, then shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel like… I’m bored. I might try something new. Something exciting.”
“You and something exciting? That sounds like a horrible idea,” Miles said with laughter in his voice, unsurprised when his friend flipped him off.
“It probably is, but...” Ezra shrugged, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “I think it’s time for something new. For both of us.”
Ezra said it like they’d had a choice in the matter. Well, Ezra probably had. He could’ve kept his dick in his pants, but he’d chosen not to, which made him think it might’ve been on purpose. He wasn’t going to dig into it now, because he knew Ezra would just wave him off with a joke anyway. Ezra would come to him once he was ready to talk, and that time was clearly not now, so he changed the subject.
“My sister asked me to stop by tomorrow.”
Ezra’s eyes lit up, and Miles held back a groan, wishing he’d said something else. Anything else.
“Another blind date?”
“I hope the fuck not.”
Ezra’s laughter filled the room, and Miles relaxed back against the couch cushions.
“She has terrible taste in gay men,” Ezra said with a wry smile. “Whatdoyou want in a man?”
Before Miles could even form a thought, Ezra added, “Aside from good dick.”
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Someone who wants me unapologetically. Someone who’s open and honest with me.”
“Someone who looks like a Greek god in leather?”
