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Ethan winked at me. "I think you'll like this one. I had to wait for the movers to leave."

Okay, now I was extremely curious.

I followed Ethan down the hall and stepped through the doorway of our bedroom.

"Holy, Jeezus." I clutched my chest. Surely, this surprise was going to give me a heart attack. Above the bed, almost the width of the headboard, covering the wall, a massive canvas.

I wandered closer. My lover and the love of my life reclined on a bed of white sheets, a mess of brown curls, biting his bottom lip, so cheeky, his firm cock on his thigh, his sultry brown eyes looking at me like he wanted to devour me. Or wanted me to consume him.

"Fuck, Ethan. How do you expect me to leave this room every morning?"

"You like it?" Ethan bounced up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "I wasn't sure you'd want it on display like this in case someone came into your bedroom."

I turned to face him. "It's perfect. Other people shouldn't be in our bedroom."

"Lock the room when the grandkids are in the house?"

I laughed. "That would be a good idea." I returned to facing the seductive piece of art. Ethan truly was the most stunning man I'd ever set eyes on.

And he loved me.

I swept him into my arms, tossed him on the bed, and showered him with compliments until he was whimpering and clinging to me. He humoured me by recreating the nude pose.

Including the nudity.

The kitchen would have to wait.

Tonight was practice night at the bowling alley, and I was bringing Ethan with me to introduce him to the guys. It was time for him to meet them. I hadn't revealed anything to my team about who I'd been dating. Bowling was important to me, and I didn't know how they'd react.

Lance hadn't said anything to the others. Instead, it had become a habit of his to huff off to who knows where when the guys asked me questions about my lady friend.

I held Ethan's hand tightly as we crossed the bowling alley toward the lane where my team was gathered. Carl was the first to spot me—us. I swear, he nearly dropped his bowling ball.

He shoved Avery, who turned around to face us, coughed out a laugh, and started clapping and catcalling. Avery being younger than all of us had obviously been acclimated to someone being queer. "So, this is why you've been so cagey with the details of your dating life."

I placed my hand at the small of Ethan's back. "Guys, this is Ethan."

"It's great to meet you." Avery reached his hand forward and shook Ethan's. "I'm Avery."

Ethan smiled. "I've heard about you. Daniel says you're a troublemaker."

Avery laughed and held up both hands. "Guilty."

"I'm confused," Carl said, holding back. "You were married to a woman."

"I was, but I'm bisexual."

"Huh." Carl nodded his head. "So, this is the love of your life you keep going on about?"

"This is him. He moved in with me earlier in the week."

Lance grunted, crossed his arms, and sat on the bench.

"What's your problem?" Carl asked and nudged Lance.

"I've known for a while," Lance answered. "They were practically making out on a lane."

"And you didn't feel like you could tell us," Carl said to me. "I'm sorry if we made you feel that way." He nodded his head at Lance. "Even grumpy over here doesn't care who you're with."

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