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When his eyes open, he exhales a relieved sigh.
“I thought I’d done something wrong,” he says, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really shitty at this.”
“You’re not shitty at this. You’re amazing.” The words fall so easily from my lips.
“And I know I don’t have any other experience to judge it by, but I thought… I thought yesterday was incredible.”
“It was incredible,” I agree miserably.
His eyes search my face, and I have to look away.
“It’s just…” I start. “I’m not at a point in my life where I want a relationship. Like, I’m not sure how long I’m going to stay in London. I’m not really sure about anything.” Ain’t that the truth. I huff a deep breath before I continue, “I don’t want to string you along.”
Justin’s quiet for a long moment. “Could we…? I don’t know…just continue to hook up with no strings?”
My gaze flies up to him. “Justin…”
“I feel so comfortable with you, and I’d prefer to learn with you than anyone else.” His cheeks flush, but his gaze remains steady on me.
“I told you before, I’m definitely not an expert on gay sex.”
“You definitely seemed like an expert from where I was standing,” Justin says.
His words send heat coursing through me. When he steps closer, I don’t back away. When his hand cups my face, I lean into his touch.
Can I do this again? Can I continue this charade?
The hope on Justin’s face makes the decision for me.
I can’t replace that hope with hurt. I just can’t.
I kiss him.
Our kiss starts gentle but quickly deepens into something more desperate. Justin’s hands slide under my shirt as we stumble toward my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing in our wake.
I can’t be honest with Justin with my words. But I can be honest with my body.
Every touch feels like salvation and damnation. Every kiss healing and hurting.
But I can’t stop. Not when Justin’s looking at me like I’m something precious.
Not when his hands on my skin feel so right.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Justin
This.
I can’t believe I denied myself this for so long.
Over the next week, Drew and I are together every night, and it’s incredible. It’s beyond incredible. It’s like discovering you’ve been watching TV in black and white your whole life and someone’s just hit the color button.
Now, it’s the weekend, and I don’t have the pesky interruption of work to get in the way of discovering what places I can touch Drew that cause him to make that incredibly hot noise in the back of his throat.
“So, do you want to go anywhere today?” Drew asks me on Sunday morning as we lie in a patch of sunlight streaming through the window. The perfect blue sky makes me feel like nature is celebrating with me.
“No offense to London, but I don’t think anything can match the sight in my bed right now,” I say as I reach out to stroke down his side.
