Page 49 of Character Flaws
It takes me a second to understand the confusion. Al…Joey thought Al is a him, not a her.
I yank out my phone from my pocket, open my photos and shove the last photo taken of Alyssa.
“This is Alyssa. She’s my ex. I just called her Al for short.”
As if the marque lights all just light up for her, Joey opens her mouth, jaw dropping.
“Oh my God, you’re not gay!”
She dissolves in a fit of giggles and I laugh with her, although I’m not sure it’s funny at all knowing that all this time she’s completely misread me.
“Let me get this straight,” I begin, realizing my error in word choice as she laughs harder. “No pun intended. So all this time, you’ve thought I was gay or maybe bi?”
She nods her head.
“How? Why? I mean, shit, I don’t have anything against gay men. Obviously, I’m good friends with Patrick. But it doesn’t mean he’s fucking me in the ass.”
Joey continues laughing until she’s doubled-over and snort laughing. She finally takes a breath.
“Oh my God, Theo. I’m so relieved. You have no idea how lame and desperate I’ve felt for developing a crush on a gay man.”
Joey blushes, sinking back down into the couch, her pink cheeks brightening.
“You have a crush on me, huh?”
This gets me an eye roll from her.
“Maybe a little one.”
I shift closer to her, my eyes growing serious as I stare at her beautiful face. She’s literally every guy’s girl next door dream girl. And I’m not dreaming any more.
“I like knowing that. Because I have a big one on you.”
She sucks on her bottom lip, still rosy and swollen from my kisses.
“Well, that’s why I was confused. Because I felt thatbig oneon me today.”
She looks down at my crotch.
Yeah, that’s right. I’m all that and more– my dick agrees.
I scoot closer, our bare legs grazing against each other, as I place a hand at the base of her neck.
“I may have a really good solution to clear up all this confusion once and for all,” I offer, a smirk on my lips.
“Oh yeah?”
“Give me your hand.”
She eyes me curiously and does. I decide to be bold and alpha. It’s the least I can do for us.
Her hand in mine, I make the bold move and place our joined hands over my dick, watching as her eyes grow dark and wide.
“Did I do this?” she asks coyly.
I confirm. “All you.”
“I like that,” she admits. “Maybe we should go back into your room and practice those dirty scenes you left out of the play.”
