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“Do you ever regret it? Do you think you might be happier with a woman long term?”
He truly scowls now, and his hand drops from my face to my shoulder. “Do you?”
“I think I wanted you from the first time I saw you. Like there you were—my type. Like whatever latent part of me that was actually bisexual woke the fuck up and scared the shit out of me because I knew my parents would disown me, I’d lose all my friends, I’d lose everything if I were with a man. So, if you ever wonder if I’d rather be with a woman after having finally found out what it was like to be with you, I’d like to point you to the fact that I just rode a subway for forty-five minutes to Brooklyn and am standing in a construction zone begging you to tell me I’m not your worst mistake.”
His gaze softens, forehead relaxing. “Baby, of all the mistakes I’ve made since I moved to this city, you are the only one I wouldn’t take back.”
“Promise?”
He kisses me gently, and I nearly stumble into him with the need for more. “I swear.”
“When did you know?” I ask.
Drew’s gaze narrows. “Do you really want the answer to that?”
I nod. For better or worse, I do.
He sighs. “It’s not as sweet of an answer.”
“I don’t need a sweet answer.”
His grin is filthy and hot. “That second blow job…on your couch. I slept like a fucking log that day. I knew it wouldn’t stop there. You basically raised my sex drive from the dead.”
“Because I can deep throat?”
He starts walking, backing me up until I hit the wall. “That, and because you’re such a slut for my cock.”
“I am,” I admit.
“I was a goner, baby.” His hand grips my throat, and my eyes all but roll back in my head. “Now, be a good little peach, get on your knees, and welcome me home.”
EPILOGUE I
DREW
“Ithink they’re fucking,” Olivier whispers to me as we lean on the rear wall of Elodie’s living room and watch the drunken game of Twister. Mallory has just collapsed underneath the tangle of people who chose to move above her, and Elodie was quick to follow, giggling hysterically against Mallory’s chest.
“El and Mal?”
“You don’t think so?”
Now that he mentions it, the two are very handsy, but they’ve been close a long time. Best friends going on two years now. “It’s hard to say.”
Just because after years of living as a straight man I’ve found myself in a long-term queer relationship doesn’t mean everyone will do it, but I admit, I think people are better suited to their same-sex friends than their partners more often these days, a thought that used to literally never enter my mind.
“You might be projecting,” I tell Olivier.
“Or I might be horny.”
I arch a brow and look at him. “Ready to head home?”
“Or…”
He’s got my full attention when he nods to the bathroom.
“You want it quick and rough?” I ask.
He bites his lip and stares back at me. “Mmhmm.”
