Page 10 of Our Broken Pieces
“Let’s set up a dating profile for you.”
“Fuck no.” I groan.
“Speed dating?”
“That sounds like hell.”
“Matchmaker?”
“No fucking thank you.”
He keeps going. “T-shirts that say “Looking for my wifey” with a QR code to your Instagram?”
“What the fuck?” Jax chimes in on that one.
I run a hand down my face. “You’re an idiot.”
Linc looks between us. “What? I saw it on TikTok. Worked for a woman who wore a shirt that said ‘Looking for my future husband.’ So, we change it up for him.”
I scoop out the last of my mayo with a couple of fries. Jax looks at me with concern. “I know we never really talk about this, but do you even want to be married?”
“Eventually, maybe?” I throw my napkin on my plate. “I like being by myself right now.”
“You’ve been by yourself for a long time now. Maybe you’re too comfortable with it? I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but if you do want to get married in order to gain the business, you’re going to have to break out of your shell.”
I let out a long breath and run my hand through my hair in frustration. “I realize that, but I’m different from you guys. I have to know a woman before I want to pursue her. I have to feel a connection, and not a physical one. That takes time that I’m not sure I have.”
“So what if you’re demisexual? People like you find their person all the time.” Linc shrugs.
“I know. It just all feels a bit overwhelming right now.”
The server clears some of our plates and hands Jax the check. He clears his throat. “Can I ask you something really personal? You don’t have to answer it, but know that I’m only asking because I care and I want to help.”
“Okay.”
“Have you ever considered that you’re ace?”
My palms get sweaty. Even though these are two of my closest friends, hell, they’re more like family, the conversation still makes me uncomfortable.
I shake my head. “I thought about it at one point back in high school, but I like sex too much. It’s just how I connect with the person before I can get to the sex stage, before I could see myself in a relationship.”
Linc’s eyes widened. “You like sex?”
“Of course. What would make you think I don’t?”
“You just never talk about it. I know you’re a man that likes his privacy, but we’re the two people closest to you and we never hear you talk about women. Hell, last time I think I knew you hooked up was back in Jamaica.”
“I didn’t sleep with her. We just made out.”
“So, when was the last time you had sex?”
“Two weeks ago.”
Linc and Jax’s eyes go wide and they’re silent. Fuck, I think I just opened a can of worms.
Our server collects our cards and we tell them to split it three ways.
Jax is the one to break the silence. “Who?”
