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“You know what I mean.” He regarded me with soft brown eyes. It took all my willpower not to go over and fall back into bed with him. “I know we didn’t say we’re exclusive… but I’d like to be.”
His vulnerability made the center of my chest ache.
“I don’t have time to seek out anyone else,” I responded, sounding as casual as possible. “So I don’t see why we can’t be exclusive.”
What I didn’t say? I didn’t want anyone other than him, even if Ididhave the time. Knowing he felt the same… well, it was a much bigger relief than I outwardly showed.
A smile broke across his handsome face. “Okay. Cool. We’re exclusively banging.”
“I still don’t like you,” I lied, shrugging on my jacket.
“I know.” His grin remained in place. “Good night, Quinn.”
“Talk to you later, Monty.”
I felt like I was walking on air as I left his room and went outside. Not even the light drizzle of rain could bring me down. I sat in my car, the windshield wipers turned on low, and stared at his front door just as I had for the past several nights after leaving him alone in bed. Fighting the urge to run back in there to him.
I pulled out my phone and looked at his profile picture in our message box. In it, he was flashing a toothy grin and wearing a backward hat. Looking like a total fuckboy.
Me:What are you doing tomorrow?
The read receipt was instant, and he sent back a reply.
Monty:You, hopefully.
I laughed out loud and smiled so big my cheeks hurt. Goddammit. I felt like a teenager having my first huge crush. Then again, Montyhadbeen my first huge crush. It made me wonder what our life could’ve been like had he admitted he’d liked me back then instead of covering it up. If he had pulled me closer instead of shoving me away.
Me:I’ll come over around lunch.
Monty:Will I be the meal? ;)
I breathed out another laugh, and even though I’d just fucked him, my dick twitched at his words.
Me:More like an appetizer. A small one.
Monty:Rude.
After setting my phone aside, I drove home and stripped down before sliding into bed. Still smelling Monty on my skin.
Chapter Eleven
Monty
October had arrived in the blink of an eye. The last three weeks with Quinn had been incredible—sex nearly every night of the week and Saturday afternoons where we lazed around in my bed, kissing, touching, screwing, before we pulled apart and went our separate ways.
Seeing him had become routine. Something I looked forward to.
And I sensed his barriers starting to crumble.
Quinn still left shortly after blowing his load, but he’d begun hanging around a little longer each time. Running his fingers through my hair as we talked. Laughing at the stupid shit that came out of my mouth. We had even showered together once, washing cum and sweat off each other before our lips met beneath the stream of water.
The dude gave me butterflies.
Sunday morning, I drove up to Seattle to visit Zane. Quinn was spending the day with Reed, so I decided to get out of town for a while.
“There’s my best boy!” Zane said, after opening the front door and seeing me on his doorstep. He threw his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. In school, he’d been bigger than me. That hadn’t changed. He was even more muscled now. “’Bout damn time you came to see me, punk.”
Once on solid ground again, I followed him into the house. He and Courtney made good money. She was a real estate agent, and he worked in the sports industry. The multitude of windows in their two-story home brought in natural light and lit the place up beautifully, even though it was dreary and misting outside.
