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“Because it’s ingrained in you to please people. You want to be everything from the get-go.”
True.
“So, should I play hard to get? Should I tell him sex is off the table until I’m sure?”
“Linden, I am the wrong person to ask that,” he said flatly. “I’m the king of the nail and bail.”
I snorted. “Yes, you are. More like the queen of the nail and bail. But okay.”
“I’ll allow that.” He sighed. “If it feels right, do it.”
“But it always feels right, does it not?”
“Well, it feels some kinda way.”
“That’s not helping.”
“I say do it. Go back to his place and let him rail you. See if he’s still the dream guy you think he is. If he’s considerate, if he’s any good, basically if he knows how to work you over. Because how are you going to spend your life with a guy who’s bad in bed?” He made a disgusted sound. “It might be called same-sex marriage, but that doesn’t mean it has to be the same sex over and over until the day you die.”
“That’s the reason I love you.”
“And I love you. It really is a shame we’re not compatible, you know.”
I snorted. “Because we’re both bottoms?”
“No, because your idea of a perfect date is a coffee date and trip to the plant section at Bunnings. Honestly, at this rate, I’m starting to question how we are even friends.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ll find a guy who knocks you off your feet one day, and you’ll be taking trips to IKEA and having picnics on the beach. Just you watch.”
“Will he have a huge dick?”
“Knowing you, yes.”
“Thank god.”
“And he’ll do something utterly corny like write you love notes on Post-its and you’ll be a smitten kitten in your house with a picket fence and pet poodles.”
“Say the words smitten kitten to me again and I’ll call the police.”
“I would, but they have handcuffs and I know you like that.”
He laughed. “Have your lovesick date, and I want all the details, Linden. All of them. Is he there yet? I mean, he’s not technically late, but still...”
I looked around, and sure enough, walking towards me was Keats. He wore faded aubergine trousers and a simple crewneck knitted sweater in grey and a smile that squeezed my heart. “Oh, here he is,” I said into the phone. “Holy shit, Core, he’s so hot.”
“All the details,” Cory said. “All of them.”
I disconnected the call just as Keats got closer. “Hey,” I said.
His smile became a grin. “Hey.”
“You look great,” I said. “Is this the new outfit?”
He looked down at himself. “Ah, yeah. One of them.”
“Are the pants Todd Snyder?” I asked. I was sure they were.
“Um, I don’t know who that is.” He cringed. “They were kinda expensive.”
