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“It was a secret to me,” I muttered.
“Do you want to know or not?” he countered.
“Just tell me,” I demanded. I was getting too comfortable against his chest.
“Brat.”
I started to pull back. His arms turned to vises, but it was his whisper that held me in place.
“When you came out to me and Win, the first thing I thought was,So there’s a chance.”
I heard what he said. Then I listened to it echo around my brain. My stomach buzzed, my ears felt hot, and hope—that horrible bastard—tried to take over my brain.
“Wes?” The hesitation in Max’s voice made me lift my head.
“I’m listening,” I told him.
“That’s how I realized I swing both ways. Because the second you announced you liked men, I knew I wanted you.”
My chest felt swollen, my heart near to bursting. “But you never said anything.”
“Because I was your legal guardian. You were a minor. My brother. My best friend’s brother. Our mother asked me on her deathbed to watch out for you, to keep us all together. It would have been a sick violation to act on any feelings I had.”
“But…” My voice trailed away as I searched for the courage to ask, to hear the answer. “You want me?”
Groaning, he laid his forehead against mine. “So fucking much that I’m literally risking it all. And it makes me a terrible person.”
My nose wrinkled. “Why?”
“Because I always told myself I’d never risk you. But here I am…”
Lifting my palm, I rested it against his scruffy jaw. “It’s not a risk if it’s a sure thing.”
“Are you a sure thing?”
“The surest,” I whispered.
He scowled. “Then why do you have a kiss print from another man on your cheek?”
“Because I wouldn’t let him have my lips.”
He made the softest of sounds, making my stomach turn over. Our lips met, a fluttery, soft touch at first, but the second we fused, the chemistry we’d always denied sparked brightly and burst into flames.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis, or maybe I was just dizzy as hell, but Max didn’t just kiss. He consumed. He wrapped himself around me, somehow making me feel small, and staked his claim. There in the protection of his body, I could fall apart because he would hold me together. The fragments of me that had long since gone empty were replenished by the love I tasted on his tongue.
With our chests plastered together, my hand climbed the back of his neck, sinking into his hair as the angle of the kiss changed and I moaned under the coarse scrape of his scruff. My entire body loosened like a tight knot finally coming untied. Our heavy breaths, smacking lips, and fervent sighs swirled around the bathroom, enclosing us in an intimacy I didn’t even know existed.
When he started to pull away, I caught his face, dragging the whole of my tongue over his stubbled chin and across his lips. When I finally looked up, his lips glistened and his eyes were heavy.
“Get in the shower and wash off that paint.”
“You don’t like it?”
“There is an arrow pointing to your dick,” he deadpanned.
While I laughed, he reached around me to open the door and turn on the spray. “Let’s go.”
I paused. “You’re really coming too?”
