Page 16 of Declan
“Good, because then I’d have to kick your ass.” Gideon smirked.
Yeah, we definitely had an abnormal bodyguard-client relationship. But three years together had had that effect on us. He was a badass bodyguard who had a smart mouth and awesome personality on top of it. I enjoyed butting heads with him on occasion.
However, no matter how friendly we’d become over the years, I hadn’t confided in him about everything. Especially not about my sexuality. He’d gotten a little inquisitive about one of the times I’d hooked-up with a guy in a hotel we’d been staying at for a shoot, asking who the guy was once he’d seen him leave. I’d then gotten defensive and told him to fuck off.
EvenIdrew the line somewhere.
He’d only asked for security purposes and snapping at him for doing his job was a dick move, but I’d freaked. Neither of us had brought it up again. During the few times when I allowed myself to hook-up with guys, Gideon turned a blind eye.
Once at the hotel, I showered, spending some extra time under the hot water while thinking of Freckles. After I was clean and somewhat sated—because a hand wasn’t the same as a tight ass—I grabbed an apple from the mini-fridge I’d stocked with healthy snacks and crawled into bed. But even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t sleep. I ate my apple as I scrolled through Twitter.
And damn it all, I went to Kyler’s profile. Again.
I looked at his photos, comparing them to the shy guy I’d seen that day. He seemed like such a fun guy, someone who’d be up for anything, whether it be going hiking, playing football, or even chilling at home with a movie and pizza. He was a fun-loving adrenaline junkie, but he’d been so timid when I’d met him.
I wondered how he acted when he wasn’t star-struck.
Did he still crinkle his nose when he smiled? Did he crack jokes and talk shit?
I scrolled through his feed, stalking his posts. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. I wanted to see if he’d posted about any past relationships. See if he had a girlfriend…or boyfriend.
Instead of relationship posts, I found a lot of LGBT news articles he’d shared. That was something, at least. I froze when I came across a picture he’d posted of me from a red carpet event. He’d captioned the pic,“Tasty Tuesday. Nothin’ better than a man in a suit. It’d look better on my floor, though.”
Holy shit. My dick swelled and I took a deep breath.
As much as I rolled my eyes at romance plots, I kind of felt like I was in one. Some random guy commented on my post, and even though I got hundreds—sometimes thousands—of responses, I just so happened to see his? Then, that same person showed up to the set as an extra?Andhe was into me?
Yep, Kyler was going to be the death of me. The freckled death.
A new post came through.
Kye927:Exciting day today! Can’t say much, but it was awesome.
I clicked to read the responses.
BryBaby:fucking tease. Not telling the ppl what the news is. Ur the blue balls of the Twitter world.
RoyalH:congrats, bro! We need to go out and celebrate 2nite.
Being a total social media creeper, I clicked on Royal’s profile. Jesus fucking Christ he was gorgeous: black hair and light-blue eyes that were framed by long, dark lashes. He looked familiar, too. I went back to Kyler’s page and searched through his pics, finding the one with him and the two other shirtless guys.
Yep, Royal was the other muscled hottie in the photo. The third guy was a total twink; wavy blond hair, tan, and weighed practically nothing.
Another response came through on Kyler’s post.
BryBaby:u fuckers better not go without me!
Kye927:you working 2nite, B?
BryBaby:of course. I live here. I NEVER GET TO LEAVE SAVE ME
I grinned as I watched their back and forth banter. And then it occurred to me how weird I was being. My face heated. No one would know I’d been creeping on him. ButIknew.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I said under my breath.
I’d never acted like this before. With anyone.
RoyalH:What about tomorrow night?
BryBaby:Good with me!
Kye927:samesies
If they posted a meeting place and time online for everyone and their damn brother to see…well, maybe I’drandomlyshow up. But what the hell would I do when I got there? After being swarmed by people—which would more than likely happen—I’d just approach him and act like it was some big coincidence?
I was a great actor, but I wasn’tthatgood.
I tossed my phone beside me on the mattress before going to throw away the apple. When I finally crawled back into bed, I forced myself to close my eyes and not think about Freckles and how much I wanted to know what he tasted like.
