Page 9 of Castaway Heat
“I can’tbelieveyou did that. You laid me out on a silver platter for him.”
“And he ate every morsel,” Sage said, grinning. “Did you not see how interested he is?”
“Why wouldn’t he be? You came as close to asking him to fuck me as you could.”
Sage chuckled. “If you want me to, I can ask him to fuck you after dinner.”
“I’mnotgoing to dinner. Not after you just humiliated me,” Shiloh said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“We both know you’re going to dinner,” Sage said.
“I’mnot,”Shiloh snapped. He wanted to. Desperately. But he also feared he was walking into a mistake. He wasn’t any different. A few years older, sure, but he was still the omega who’d been glared at with disgust.
Sage frowned. “I baited him and got him on the hook for you. All you have to do now is reel him in.”
“It was over the top, Sage,” Eirin said. “Even for you.”
Shiloh clenched his jaw and Sage’s face fell.
“I was only trying to help,” Sage said, his voice low. He slid his sunglasses down, worry in his eyes. “You’re shy around men, so I nudged. I didn’t mean to step over the line.”
“You’retoo much,” Shiloh barked. “As usual.”
Sage winced. Silence hung between them a few seconds.
“I’m sorry,” Sage murmured. “I’m a lot and I go too far sometimes, usually without even realizing it.”
Shiloh looked down at his feet, absorbing that.
“I care about you, Shiloh. I didn’t do that with ill intent. How do I fix this?” Sage asked.
“I need you reel it in. My sex life is off limits as a topic of discussion unless I bring it up. Period.”
“Okay,” Sage said. “I hear you.” He sighed. “I stepped across the line. I’ll try not to do it again. You can kick me in the shin next time.”
Shiloh winced, realizing Sage wasn’t the only one who’d stepped across the line. “I’m sorry I made that snide comment about teams and bleachers. It was uncalled for.”
“It was meaner than I expectedfromyou,”Sage said with a small grin. “Though, I kind of respect you for it, not gonna lie, babe.” He leaned closer, a pitiful look on his face. “Can we be friends again?”
Shiloh shook his head, trying not to smile. “If you promise to do better.”
“I do.” Sage leaned in and wrapped his arms around Shiloh’s neck, kissing his cheek. When he pulled away, there almost appeared to be tears in his eyes. “I can go find Ronin and tell him I was being an asshole. And not to think less of you for my bad behavior.”
Shiloh sighed. “I appreciate the desire, but let’s just leave that one alone.”
“Will you go to dinner?” Sage asked, watching him closely.
Shiloh searched Sage’s face. “As long as you promise not to embarrass me again.”
“I promise,” Sage murmured.
“Now that we’re all friends again, I think it’s the perfect time to mention that Shiloh agreed to a makeover before you and Ronin showed up,” Eirin told Sage.
“I saidhaircut.Nothing about a makeover,” Shiloh said, but he knew it was already too late. Wicked delight shone in Sage’s eyes.
Eirin rose from his lounger. “We need to persuade the spa to fit him for a haircut before dinner. A facial, too.”
“Persuasion is my best skill,” Sage said, grinning.
