Page 63 of The Frathole
“It’s okay. It was a weird night for me too.”
“No, I shouldn’t have interrupted you and Gisele. It was a dick move. I was cockblocking, and that’s not the kind of guy I am.” I approach him and rest my hand on his shoulder. It’s what I would’ve done with any of the guys if we’d had an issue, but this feels different, especially after what I’ve done with him. “I guess it’s part of us sorting through this new stuff we’re feeling, and I’m being weird. I’ll probably be a great lay for a guy.”
He quirks a brow. “There he is again. My cocky, asshole roomie.”
I laugh. “Hey, it’s not like I’m cocky for no reason. You like everything I’ve done with you.”
“And as you keep talking, you make me regret it even more.”
“Shut that pretty mouth of yours.” My gaze lingers, and his lips part, like an instinct, his mouth inviting me to take it once again. But as I move in, he turns away, catching me by surprise.
“Something wrong?”
“Um…so if you realized you’re feeling insecure…”
“I didn’t use that word.”
“Uncomfortable.”
“I didn’t use that word either.”
He huffs. “What word would you use?”
“I’m feelingunderprepared.”
He snickers. “Well, if you’re feeling underprepared for being with guys, what do you think you’re gonna do about that?”
I shrug. “Dax seems interested. Maybe he would practice with me.”
The muscles in his shoulder tighten against my hand.
Weird.
“But that’s like going to an NFL player when you’ve never held a football before, right? Don’t you think you should have a little experience first?”
“Like…find someone else to mess around with?” I ask, and as he angles his head, I realize what he’s getting at. “Oh, like you and me?”
“Why not? I don’t know what I’m doing either.”
I laugh. Sneaky Mart.
“Why is that funny?” he asks.
“I know what you’re trying to do.”
“And that is?”
“It’s adorable, actually.”
He scowls. “What is so adorable that you think I’m doing?”
“It’s pretty obvious you’re projecting because you’re worried about hooking up with someone experienced and not knowing what you’re doing, so you’re trying to convince me to do more stuff with you.”
“Whatever,” he says, pulling away and starting toward the bed.
“Where is this attitude coming from? I told you it was adorable.”
Odd that a lot of things he’s done have been adorable to me lately.
