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He cringes. “I can still take it back.”
I lean close, our lips millimeters apart. “Don’t you dare, or you won’t get to fuck me again.”
“I have a feeling I could get away with saying it and you’d still fuck me.”
“I hate it when you’re right, but that’s part of having a boyfriend now.”
“See what a fast learner you are?” His grin must be about as big as mine right now, and I’m living for it.
I tilt my head back, considering what this means, now that we’re boyfriends. “So…we get to do boyfriend shit now.”
“Like…handholding?” Marty asks.
“Gross.”
“More cuddling?”
“I’m on board with that one.”
“Dates?”
I didn’t think I could grin any more than I was, but I was wrong. “I like where this is going. So like going out to dinner? Or maybe the summer festival together?”
“Yeah, like that,” he says. “And maybe somesmooches.”
Even as he’s trying to be playful about it, I can tell by the way his brows tug closer together that he still fucking hates that word, and it’s adorable.
“Of course,” I say. “Plenty of smooches. Was that ever a question?”
“Shut it and give me a smooch.”
I obey. He’s my boyfriend now, after all.
I guide him over to the fridge, pushing him against it and sliding my hand under his shirt, fully appreciating his lips, the gentle assurance that they’re all mine. When I finally pull away, I gaze into those green eyes glistening in the kitchen light. “I’m gonna enjoy fucking my boyfriend tonight,” I say before seizing another kiss.
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Marty
Saying we’re boyfriendsshouldn’t have changed anything.
It’s only a word.
But things feel different now.
We haven’t even gone on a date yet, since Ryan picked up more hours at the shop and I’ve started a summer gig as a lifeguard at the local water park. We have the build on Thursdays and Saturdays, but that hasn’t kept us from making the best of things, staying up and watching movies together or playing video games with Dax. Despite how much I’ll miss being in the frat, it’s nice getting a chance to just be with each other.
One day, on the housing job site, I’m working with Brenner and Taylor on drywall inside.
“See?” Taylor stands on a ladder, showing Brenner the overlap of the top drywall with the one under it.
“You can’t go higher?” Brenner asks, earning a look from his boyfriend.
“This is as high as it goes.” Taylor had already suggested it might’ve been too big. “I think Payton might’ve cut this one a little off.”
Brenner pulls out his measuring tape, and Taylor helps him measure. “Oh yeah,” Brenner says. “Look at you. Not just a finance bro after all.”
“So I have a boyfriend getting his master’s in architecture, andhe can help me by getting out a measuring tape like any other guy here?”
