What had he meant to say? Samson was no longer sure. “I don’t know, really. They just seem very special.”
“They are.” Gideon studied him. “And I think they’re quite taken with you.”
The tickle came back to Samson’s navel. Thefreefallingsensation reignited.I know who I am, and I’m not confused about my sexuality.That statement lost credibility as with each passing second, his anticipation to be with the twins heightened. The way Mickey had looked deep into his eyes—Samson continued to experience the effect. And Marcus . . . Samson shivered.
“Samson?” Gideon nudged into his thoughts. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
Samson cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
“Ready to begin the shoot?”
“Uh-huh.” Was he making a mistake? He’d experienced enough to satisfy his curiosity and answer his questions—his sole reason for coming here. Why take it all the way? Why was heso willingto take it all the way?So eager?Earlier he had contemplated the notion that hemightbe gay—yet when Gideon brought it up, he’d insisted otherwise. Where was this coming from?
I’m not confused . . .
Samson followed Gideon into the studio room. The twins lounged on the large, soft bed, both wearing white skimpy briefs and nothing else. The lighting was turned down and a couple of pillar candles lit, creating an almost romantic atmosphere.
“The twins asked for the candles and soft lighting,” Gideon said. “If you don’t want it . . .”
“No,” Samson murmured, his gaze resting on the two boys. “It’s fine.”
Gideon smiled. “All right. The scene isn’t scripted. Just follow the twins’ lead, they’ll get you where you need to go.”
“I’ve no doubt about that.”
Gideon chuckled and patted his back. “Just relax and have fun.”
Samson stood unmoving when Gideon walked over to the camera crew. The boys spotted him and went still, their soft blue eyes so inviting and mesmerizing.
I’m not confused . . .
He wasn’t so certain anymore.
•?•
The man’s “confidence” in his sexuality was rather adorable. Gideon’s gaydar was running on all cylinders and he quickly picked up on the passionateaffectionin Samson’s tone whenever he mentioned the twins. Gideon didn’t believe that Samson was deliberately resisting his potential “gayness” but rather, he simply wasn’tawareof it yet. He didn’t strike Gideon as a man who would shy away from the truth. Samson clearly had no qualms about coming here—even while under the conviction that he was a straight man. What he discovered about himself today . . . Gideon was certain it would be met with an open mind and willing heart.
“So, what do you think?” Rich glanced at Samson as the man broke from his stance and walked toward the bed. “Think he’ll undergo the transformation?”
Gideon chuckled. “I would bet money on it.”
“The twins seem more invested than usual.”
“Mm.” Gideon nodded thoughtfully. “They do.”
“Are you at all worried about that?”
Gideon frowned. “Worried?”
“Have you seen the way they look at Samson?”
Gideon had noticed, down in the rec room, but he’d decided he had simply misunderstood thelook.What if he hadn’t?
“Yeah,” he murmured. “But . . . I’m sure they’re just intrigued by his size. We’ve never had anyone like him come through the house. Even the other boys look at him differently.”
“Not likethat.”Rich nodded at the twins who slowly rose to their knees on the bed as Samson approached, gazes fixated not on the muscle man’s body . . . but his face.
Gideon wasn’t sure how to feel about what he was seeing.
Maybe it isn’t what you think. Maybe they’re just . . . infatuated.
A strange quiver rippled through Gideon’s stomach.
That isn’t infatuation.
