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In a ridiculous show of strength and nimbleness, Shiloh flips himself below me, and I can see the determination on his face.
“I don’t like him, but I owe him.”
There’s no changing Shiloh’s mind when he gets like this, so even if I told him this weird sense of obligation is all in his head, it wouldn’t matter.
I shift my weight between my knees, and a flicker of challenge lights in his eyes.
“Not gonna hurt anything, big guy. I’m not wearing my packer.”
I roll my eyes, even as my lips twitch up at his teasing tone. “Excuse me for not wanting to sit on another guy’s junk. It’s called being polite.”
His answering smirk is the only warning I get before my back hits the floor and Shiloh’s laughter fills the room. “Shove your politeness up your ass. We’ve taken showers together, Atty. I’ve pinned your ass to the floor enough times. You aren’t going to hurt me.”
That’s what my truth comes down to. I’d never do anything to hurt Shiloh. He’s my best friend.
Which is why whatever happened in my brain and dick last night will never happen again.
Me: Are you ace?
B: I am.
Me: Does that mean you don’t have sex?
B: It means sex isn’t an important part of a relationship for me.
Me: Do you get horny?
B: Wow, A, cut to the chase. Yes, I do.
Me: What do you do about it?
B: Well, if I’m in the mood, I might jerk off. If it’s a big one I’ll scout Grindr for a quick hookup. Otherwise I don’t do anything.
Me: Are you only into guys then?
B: Mostly. I’ve slept with girls before but it’s never been like it is with men.
Me: Romantically, though?
B: I don’t know. I’ve never been with someone that way. Always had too much going on. But I lean towards men all the way around, I think.
“Your muscled ass is asking for an ass-kicking,” Shiloh says, knotting his towel around his waist.
I shoulder him out of the way as we both exit the showers laughing. The bathroom mirrors are fogged, and there’s only a few other guys in here this morning. Shiloh doesn’t bat an eye at any of them, heading to one of the sinks to wet his toothbrush.
“I’m just saying you could stand to come with me to the gym once or twice a week.”
“Yeah, well,” his words are garbled from all the toothpaste, “unlike you, I have a life. Have fun making love to a dumbbell.”
I set up at the sink beside him and shake my head. “Not everyone thinks of getting laid twenty-four seven.”
“Then they’re missing out.” Shiloh shrugs and spits into the sink.
Someone chuckles over by the other row of sinks, and I bite back a smile to see that it’s Corvin. He must have just gotten out of the shower, too, because he’s only in a towel, working some kind of product into his hair.
Objectively, I’d say Corvin is an attractive man. He’s got dark skin, and while he’s not bulky by any means, he has an athletic build and large hands with long fingers. There’s no attraction in the sense that I’d like to do anything with him or hang out as more than friends, but I can admit he’s good looking.
He looks over and quirks a brow when he notices me watching him, an amused smile on his lips. I quickly drop my eyes only to find Shiloh with his arms crossed and a tight frown on his face.
