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I didn’t want to know. But it was too late to take it back.
Sorry, ignore. I’m nosy.
Funny you should ask. An ex-girlfriend texted me yesterday, but I’m not interested. What about you?
There’s always time for fucking. As soon as I hit Miami, it’s on.
I watched as three dots appeared, then disappeared.
Duty calls. Text you later.
Kiernan and I talked about almost everything, but I noticed he was shy whenever the topic of sex or dating came up. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. The man was so rugged and sexy, but he seemed to have no idea how desirable he was. And I found his self-effacing manner so freaking adorable. Then I had to mentally slap myself for thinking of him that way at all.
I put my phone aside and willed myself to think of something, anything, other than the hot Irishman that was occupying all of my head space lately.
Better yet, I needed to clear my mind of all thoughts about men.
And sex.
And sex with hot men.
Go to sleep.
Easier said than done.
Kiernan (Three weeks ago)
After a long but boring job shadowing a local billionaire around town, I picked up my phone and texted Charlie.
Just thinking about him brought a smile to my face. Which was a big event in and of itself.
I didn’t make friends easily and best mates least of all.
I often found myself texting Charlie at all hours of the day and night. And for some reason, I was excited as feck whenever my phone buzzed. Having Charlie’s attention was heady, and I was almost giddy with anticipation every time he wrote back.
Kiernan: How’s things in Miami?
Hot. And crowded. I miss being on the ship. No traffic chaos to deal with.
What have you been up to?
Cruising the bars and clubs on my time off, the usual. You?
Guarding a tech billionaire at some fancy shindig. Boring AF. Unlike you. Sounds like you’ve got a busy social life.
You know me, I can’t stand still. I hung out with some fellow yachties last night and it was good to catch up. But I came home alone, so…
Not one single guy caught your eye?
Feck, why did I care about that?
And why did my chest tighten painfully whenever Charlie mentioned the bars or clubs he frequented? And the men he picked up.
I was straight. Ish.
Okay, maybe I had some weird kind of friend-crush going on.
My twin brother, Korry, picked up on it right away, teasing me mercilessly. I guess I’d mentioned Charlie a few times. Okay, maybe in every single conversation.
