Page 49 of All That Glitters
“But he’s not going to catch me,” he whispered back, silently slipping inside.
“He will if I call for him.”
“Then I’ll have to make sure you don’t do that.”
“And how do you plan to keep it from happening?”
“By stuffing your mouth with…things.”
“Crude.”
“Yes, but you’re turned on anyway.”
How did we go from friends to this?
“Why are you here?” I asked again, annoyed and aroused and annoyed that I was aroused. “How are you here?”
“To see you. And I walked.”
“You walked? Jesus, Ashton. It’s so cold out. Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow.”
He couldn’t have misread the dubious expression on my face.
“So, you walked all the way here?”
He shrugged as if it were no big deal.
“I walk a lot these days. I crossed the highway and walked along the beach to the back of your property. It’s much more pleasant and less dangerous than me walking on the side of the road in the middle of the night. And driving a car was just…”
He did and didn’t make sense, but there was no use arguing with him. He was here now and the sooner we dealt with why, the sooner he could leave.
“We can’t do this here.”
“Sure we can. You just have to be quiet about it.” He looked around. “I always wondered what your room looked like, what your bed felt like, what your moans sounded like.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. You never thought of me like that, Ashton.”
“You must not have much experience with guys.”
“I have plenty of experience.”
I cringed at the defensiveness in my voice.
“Then you should know that plenty of us thought about you like that.”
“Even you?”
“Especially me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Maybe he was telling the truth and maybe he wasn’t. It really didn’t matter.
