Page 50 of Hey, Stepbro

"Crazy, right? I'm happy for him."

"Amazing."

"Love is in the air," Stella drawls.

"It sure is."

It’s tough not to feel a little jealous of Waxley and Emerson. They’re adorable.

Stella and I grab a booth behind Emerson and Waxley. It’s perfect to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"So," Waxley says, "what are you in bed?"

Emerson clears his throat. "I've always been a power top, but I'm willing to try new things to keep it fresh."

"Does that mean you're vers?"

"I've been experimenting with that lately."

"Hermmmmm," Waxley says.

My eyes widen. Stella and I look at each other, and we both start snickering.

"What?" Waxley demands, looking at us.

"Nothing." Stella tries to contain her laughter.

"We’re just, uh, impressed by your, uh, candor," I say.

"Oh," Waxley says, a bit embarrassed. "Well, we’re talking about—"

"It's OK, Waxley," Emerson interrupts. "We don't need to explain ourselves to these two."

I take a sip of my drink and say, "I think it's great you two are so comfortable talking about sex."

"We’re having a fantastic time," Emerson grunts.

"A top-tastic time," Waxley mutters, "which is how you described yourself on the app…"

"I've only bottomed twice," Emerson protests.

"Did you like it?" Waxley asks.

"I like it even better than topping," Emerson admits.

"That's all that matters," I say, raising my glass in a toast. "That you two are happy."

"Cheers," Stella adds.

Waxley palms his forehead. "You two are reading this all wrong. Neither of us are happy."

Emerson licks his lips. "Are you kidding me? You look like you'd be an excellent top."

Stella nudges me. "You and Brock should be like that."

"We’re way better than that."

Stella sighs. "I’m in love with your love. Brock sounds better than I thought, and I’m sorry for doubting him."

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