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My brows draw together as I search for the right words. “That’s harder to answer. Obviously, you’re an attractive—”
“Hot,” he interjects.
“Hot man.” I try not to smile. “And I like your confidence. It makes you seem authentic, not superficial, which I respect.”
“Oh my God. Are you about to give me the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ line? I have all these great qualities, but I don’t get your dick hard?” He huffs out a breath of air and drops his gaze to his lap, muttering softly, “You better snap the fuck out of it because I am way too young to be celibate.”
Now it’s my jaw that drops. “Celibate?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Tripp sets his drink on the coffee table and looks at me like he didn’t say anything at all, but the flush creeping up his neck says otherwise.
“I just confessed something I’ve never told anyone because I don't even understand it. I was willing to tell you since you’re the only person I know who might be able to help me figure this out. You're open-minded and aren't afraid to say anything. Don't change that now. What did you mean by celibate?”
Tripp’s eyes narrow just a fraction, making me think he’s about to clam up, but his features seem to soften as he flops back against the cushions. With a groan, he drapes an arm over his eyes and gestures to the bulge his shorts are doing little to hide. “This only happens around you, big guy.”
My chest suddenly feels tight, like it’s too small to hold my lungs. “What only happens around me?”
Tripp lifts his arm just enough for me to see his exasperated look. “You stop pucks at a hundred miles an hour, don’t tell me you can’t see what you do to my cock.”
“I mean, yeah, of course I can. But I thought that happened around lots of people.”
“It used to.” His arm falls over his face again.
“That’s… You mean that’s specifically for me?” I point to his junk even though he can’t see me. “You actually want to sleep with me? That’s not just you being an outrageous flirt?”
“Of course, I’m being an outrageous flirt, that’s kind of my thing. Only with everyone else it’s empty words.”
“I don’t understand.” I shake my head to clear it. “Why me?”
Tripp turns his head to face me as his arm drops to his side, his hazel eyes sullen instead of roguish, which causes a strange ache in my chest. “You do realize you look like the Norse God of legend only hotter, right?”
“Uh...”
“And you’re pushing six-and-a-half feet tall, which I’m assuming means you’ve got a big, gorgeous cock.”
“Um...”
“Not to mention you look at me like you want to touch but are too shy or confused to make a move.”
“Oh shit. Have I been leading you on?” My stomach flips, making me queasy at the notion I may have instigated this whole thing by being ignorant of my actions and the fact they were sending a signal I didn’t mean to project. What’s worse, for an overly sexual guy like Tripp, rejecting him physically might be just as bad as rejecting him emotionally, something I’d never want to do.
Tripp looks at the ceiling and inhales deeply, holding the breath for several seconds before he lets it out. “To be fair, I knew you thought you were straight. I suspected you were questioning that, so maybe I mistook your confusion for sexual tension.”
“Maybe I mistook sexual tension for confusion,” I confess, though whether that’s for his benefit or mine I’m not sure.
His gaze snaps back to mine. “What are you saying?”
Taking a deep breath of my own I recline against the couch, resting the beer on my thigh as I drag a finger around the metal rim. “I feel something around you. I’m not sure what it is exactly because it’s always different. Sometimes it’s in my stomach, sometimes my chest. That day in my driveway I think it was…”
“Did I make your cock hard? Please tell me you had blue balls after I left because you damn sure gave me a set that was a bitch to drive with.”
“I’m not sure hard is the right word—”
“Oh fuck, now you’ve done it.” He groans and palms the bulge between his legs, and this time I'm excruciatingly aware of the tingle between mine.
“What did I do?” I blink, as if that will help me see what the heck I did wrong.
“You said hard. Even if you weren’t, just imagining it is… Damn that’s a nice visual.”
