Page 105 of Lunar Desires
“I love that,” he answered. “And why not just go for it? You know your own mind. Both of you. Go with it. Enjoy it. Keep making me jealous.” He laughed. “Kidding. Sort of. I am jealous, but also happy for you.” Tossing the towel onto the workout bench, he stretched. “I’ve never been lucky in the love department. Sex, yes. I found the pot of gold at the end ofthatrainbow.” He cracked his neck. “And I’m not complaining. I love sex. It’d just be nice to have a guy stick around for a while, you know?”
Sadness glimmered in his eyes.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Well, I did for a few months. You might have heard of him. Tony Gilbert. A US soap actor.”
“No. Sorry.”
He laughed. “Consider yourself lucky to have never been subjected toThe Sands of Love. Anyway, two weeks of shagging and a few dates quickly fizzled out when he told me he felt stifled.” He rolled his eyes. “By what, I don’t know. I’m not a clingy person. I think he found someone else. Well, fuck him and his nipple clamps.”
Laughter came thick and fast, taking me out. Uncontrollable, one of those moments when you couldn’t break the giggle spell.
By the end of it, we were both on the floor having totally lost it, tears streaming down our faces.
What a fabulous feeling. A release like no other.
Spent, laying on our backs, our crowns touching, Isaac said, “Are you calling your mum today about visiting her?”
The mood shifted from happy to ugh. “Yeah. I’ve asked Drake to come with me if she agrees. Do the introducing the boyfriend thing, then work in…” I hesitated.
“The Dad thing,” he finished for me, sitting up. “I did think about going with you, but that might be too much.”
I had to be sure about Mum. The fae woman using my dad’s image might be a thing, but I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.
Ugh. Things were so complicated.
I stayed on my back. “You can come if you like.”
“No. I’m good.” He got to his feet. “I’ll hit the shower.”
“Do you want to talk?”
“Not right now.” He appeared above me. “Thanks, though. Appreciate it.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Still processing.”
“With you on that one.”
He nodded. “Anyway, see you at brekkie.”
With that, he left.
I remained in the same position for a good ten minutes until my stomach grumbled. Erin promised us one of her famousfull English breakfasts. Bacon, sausage, fried eggs, hashbrowns, fried bread, tomatoes, the works.
Just no black pudding for me.
Yuck.
God, I was more than ready to fill my boots with hearty grub.
Breakfast camewith a side of an incredibly beautiful man from Singapore.
Wow. Those dark eyes were like glossy obsidian orbs, paired with a stunning tawny beige face dusted with artful stubble. His black hair was so perfectly swept back it gave my brother’s immaculate tresses a run for their money.
Dean Tseng sipped his black coffee, sat beside a stony-faced Jake, who was directly opposite me, doing his best to hide the tension between them.
My nosey side would love to know what’d gone down between them.
“Thank you so much for having me,” he said, exuding polite sophistication.
