Page 12 of Curious

Ruining sex with anyone else forever. Ruining a lifetime of friendship and the life I’ve built around it.

That was his greatest fear. Not just because he’d seen it happen a dozen times before—a hetero guy dipping his toe in the man pool, loving it, and then running off to thump his chest and pounce on the first woman or twelve he could find to reaffirm his masculinity.

Leaving Owen safely seated on the end of the bed, Jeremy spun on his heel and went to the bathroom, using the time it took to brush his teeth to clear his head.

Owen wasn’t reacting the way Jeremy would’ve expected at all. He was the aggressor, even when he was on the receiving end. He kept asking for more, as if he’d just discovered chocolate or porn. As if he couldn’t get enough.

He didn’t know, couldn’t know how long Jeremy had dreamed of this. His own reaction was what really scared him. What could endanger their friendship. He wanted Owen. Owen. And now that he’d had a glimpse of what it could be like…

How hard would it be to go back?

His mind raced as he returned to the bedroom, toweling himself off while he walked. He had to go back. What was one night compared to nearly two decades of loyalty? Compared to the Finn family and all they’d done for him? Owen didn’t have to know how deeply this was affecting him. How much more he was realizing he wanted.

Only tonight. No one would ever know.

In the bedroom, he found Owen on his feet, running his hands through his wet hair and looking around. He walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of suspenders. His smile was wicked.

“My turn.”

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