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“So how was your first time with a guy?”
“If you’re waiting for the gay panic to set in, I don’t think it’s going to. You were so hot. I liked everything we did. And I’d like to do it again. With you. If that’s something you’d want.”
Milo started to pull away and Colby let him because he wasn’t about to beg and plead and make someone feel obligated or forced or uncomfortable.
“I know you just got out of a relationship, and I’m not looking for one anyway, but I liked what we did. You’re ridiculously hot and kind. And unless I misread things, you also had a good time.”
Colby held his arm out, inviting Milo to come back down to him. He waited in suspense for the length of three excruciatingly eternal seconds. Milo sighed and lowered himself down into Colby’s arms, using his chest for a pillow.
“Is that a yes?” Colby asked.
“The best I can do is that it’s not a no.”
Colby laughed. “We can work with that.”
CHAPTER 14
MILO
Colby,thankfully, was the orgasm and pass out type of guy and once his breathing settled down and evened out, Milo carefully climbed out of bed. He allowed himself half a minute to be a creeper and watch Colby sleep. He looked younger, less troubled. Milo turned away at the first flutter of longing and quietly scrambled into his clothing.
Guilt rolled in, ruining his post-orgasm bliss. If he was going to leave, he should’ve done so when Colby was still awake, but his naked appreciation for Milo had made it hard for him to say no.
So he took the coward’s way out and crept out of Colby’s apartment. Quietly as he could, he pulled the door shut and tiptoed to the elevator. It wasn’t the first time he’d snuck out of someone’s bed, but it was the first time in recent history that he could remember feeling bad about it.
Unable to go back, once through the security doors, and undo his actions, Milo got in his car and sent Colby an apology text, claiming he had to be up early. By the time he got home, he was convinced that he’d done the right thing.
His relationship had just ended. He should be focusing on himself, whatever the hell that meant. Milo was single. No pets.No kids. He was the only thing he had and sometimes he was tired of himself. Of being the only person in his universe. Sure, there was Gino, but his best friend could take care of himself.
Because he was a masochist, he called Gino as soon as he had his shoes off.
“Hey, stranger.” Gino answered. “Long time, no see.”
Milo rolled his eyes. “You’re so needy. I saw you the other day.”
“Yes, well. You should’ve come over tonight for pizza night.”
“I told you, I had a thing.”
“A thing?” Gino did a shit job of disguising how butt hurt he was that Milo wouldn’t tell him what he was doing. But Colby had already taken a big risk confiding in him about Taylor.
“You know I’d tell you if I could. But after the thing I can’t tell you about, I went for drinks with Colby and his brother.”
“Milo…”
“Gino…” He echoed Gino’s tone back to him. “Don’t start with me. If you’re going to be all weird and overprotective, then I won’t tell you this shit anymore. I’ve had enough people telling me what I can and can’t do. I mean, I just got out of a relationship with Neville who did that to me. I don’t need it from my best friend.” Milo flopped down on his couch and raked a hand down his face. He hadn’t meant to go off on Gino like that, but he was sick and tired of other people thinking they had a right to tell him what to do.
“You didnotcompare me to him.”
Milo flinched at how hurt Gino sounded.
“Neville wanted what was best for him. I want what’s best for you.”
“And what’s best for me is making my own decisions, Gino. Even if you don’t like them. Even if I don’t like them.” Milo thought about how he could still be in bed with Colby, snuggled in tight, or maybe going for round two.
There was an extended, uncomfortable silence, but Milo wasn’t worried about it. He let Gino do his thinking. This wasn’t the first time they’d butted heads and it wouldn’t be the last. They’d been through a lot of shit together. Gino was like a brother to him. He knew his friend meant well, but Milo was so tired of people making decisions for him or trying to steer him in directions they wanted him to go.
Being with Colby had been liberating. Not once did Colby try to steer him, or change him, or make a comment or an assumption. Maybe it was his lack of experience with the same sex, or maybe it was the kind of guy Colby was. But it was exactly what Milo had needed and he hated that he hadn’t realized how badly until now. Until it was too late and he was across town talking to his best friend, who was trying to pull Milo’s head out of his ass.
