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“That’s cool,” I say, and Melissa peeks over at me again.

“Want to eat? Or put this in the fridge and then pull it out when we want it?”

I’m honestly not hungry. The drinks we had earlier and appetizers kind of put me out of commission, and the thought of fucking her on a full stomach makes me want to quit while I’m ahead.

I must convey that somehow because she nods, putting the food into the fridge, and then moves toward me, looking far too pretty and way too good for me. It makes me swallow nervously.

When her lips meet mine, I try to tamp down my nerves and focus on her, on how good she feels pressed against me. And even though everything about her should cause my nerves to shoot with lust, I only feel…meh. I don’t feel much below my belt. My dick is limp. It’s not even twitching.

Fuck.

I angle my head and kiss her deeper, pushing against her, willing my body to react, but it doesn’t.

Everything is muted. And I can’t stand it.

I don’t know what this means.

And yet I do. I know what this means, deep down.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks when our lips finally part.

I swallow roughly and feel my eyes sting. “Um, no. Not really.”

She cocks her head, her eyes meeting mine, and I run a hand down my face.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, no. None of that. What’s up? I can listen. I’m super good at it.”

I swallow and peek at her through my lashes. “I’m…I’m so damn confused, Melissa. So fucking confused.”

She nods and then gestures toward the couch.

“This have anything to do with Beau?”

I nod, and she smiles softly at me. “Come on. Tell me all about it.”

Chapter Eight

Beau

Ifeel like a bit of a tool showing up at Max’s place, only to find out that he had a date. A really pretty one too.

“An idiot, that’s me, huh, Doggo?”

He woofs his agreement, which is kind of rude, but I like him anyways. He’s too cute to be mad at for long.

“Well, you can’t fault me for my crush on him. I tend to like straight guys just so I can have my heart broken. I’m dramatic like that.”

Doggo sneezes, and I sigh, wiping the doggie boogers from my arm.

“Well, instead of letting me mope, maybe we should go for a nice long walk so I can meet a handsome stranger, get married, and have babies.”

He rolls his eyes at me, and I sigh. I know it’s farfetched, but listen, a gay man has to dream.

And dream I have.

I had another wet dream last night. I woke up completely soaked, envisioning Max jerking his hard cock while in bed next to me.

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