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CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
NOLAN
“Fuck, I could sleep for a week after that,” I rumble into Skyler’s shoulder.
He hums in agreement, lashes fluttering over his cheekbones.
I drag my finger down the center of his chest, marveling at the sight of all that smooth flatness. His small red nipples. The gentle dips of his ribs. The faint line of dark hair trailing down from his belly button. His cock, draped softly over his thigh.
So different from a woman’s body, yet no less perfect.
If I had any doubt before that I was bisexual, I don’t anymore. How could I after what we just did? How could I when I lay here, staring at his sexy body, and all I want to do is taste every inch of him?
Skyler rolls his head toward me, reaching up to feather his fingers over my hair.
I suck in a breath, and he pauses, as if realizing what he just did.
Peering up at him, I grab his wrist, holding him in place when he tries to pull back.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he murmurs.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”
He searches my eyes, and it strikes me how intense his gaze is. It’s almost like he’s forcing himself to not look away—or perhaps, the opposite, like he fears something else will rip his gaze away, something beyond his control.
I don’t know where that thought comes from, but it’s…curious.
“It’s never been like this,” he says in a rush. He winces, shaking his head, quickly backtracking. “I just mean in general.I’mnever like this…” his brown eyes scour the lower half of my face, like he’s debating something.
I frown, turning to press my lips to his wrist. “Like what?”
His mouth tightens, eyes glimmering with some unnamed emotion. “Comfortable.”
Something loosens in my chest at that, and I find my lips tipping up in a small smile. “Well, that’s good.”
“Yeah,” he says softly, looking down with a small, shy smile. “It is good.”
Beyond Skyler, the curtains framing the open sliding door billow with the breeze, and I inhale deeply, for once not resenting the scent of flowers and saltwater.
Finally, this place feels like the paradise it is, and not like the prison I wanted it to be.
“What’s wrong?” Skyler whispers.
I blink up at him. “Huh?”
His finger drifts over my lips. “You’re frowning.” He swallows loudly. “I could…leave…if–”
Scowling, I shake my head and crawl over him, pinning his hands up by his head.
His lips part with his inhale, cheeks flushing in that way they do so easily.
My damp hair falls around my face, the ends dancing over his cheeks. “It’s not you. I just…” My brow knits as I debate my words. “I realized I’ve been determined to be miserable while I’m here. And I guess it just hit me that maybe I should stop worrying about what I can’t fix, and just…live in the moment.”
He rolls his lips together.
“I know you don’t have much experience with this.”
