Page 174 of Drown Like Heaven
Chapter 46
Dakota
My fork scraped against my plate, dragging through the sticky pool of syrup surrounding my half-eaten pancakes. It was a late breakfast, but it was the weekend, and I’d had a long night. It was my first time actually spending the night at Micah’s house. Usually, I had dinner with Mason and Micah, then I was driven home later, only to be brought back at some time the next day. But last night…
Fuck.
Micah was drinking coffee, scrolling through emails on his laptop. It felt incredibly domestic—until I remembered he was my professor, and he’d justsharedme with another man for some reason I hadn’t yet worked out. We’d never discussed it before. He couldn’tknowI knew Mason, could he?
“Are you gay?” I blurted, unable to hold the question in any longer. It’d been bugging me since last night, among other things. Straight men presumably didn’t go out of their way to taste cum, did they?
Micah’s eyes slid over to meet mine. “Bisexual,” he answered calmly.
In the context of last night, that reveal wasn’t shocking. But compared to the months I’d known him, when I wouldn’t haveguessed he was anything but straight, it felt different. Maybe I was finally learning things about him.
“And do you want…him? Do you want Mason? I just don’t know why—”
“No. I don’t.” He cut me off, piercing me with his cold gaze. Tension sizzled in the air.
“Why did you kiss me like that, then?” I pressed, needing some sort of reason.
I still couldn’t work out how the men knew each other, and Micah wouldn’t tell me when I tried to ask him. His answer was always something vague.Business. He was extremely skilled at dodging my questions, always maneuvering the conversation away from giving me any of the answers I really sought.
“To remind him who that perfect little mouth belongs to.” Micah wouldn’t take his eyes off me, his jaw flexing. My face was getting warm. “Your lips are mine. Your tongue is mine. Your throat is mine. If he thinks he can come in your mouth without my influence, he’s dead wrong.”
“Is he bisexual too?”
“How would I know that?”
“Well, I’m just—I just don’t know why you wanted me to do that to your friend in the first—”
“He’s not my friend.”
I paused, lips parted on my sentence that got cut off. “What?”
“Mason hates me.”
Well, I could’ve guessed that. I’d only said ‘friend’ as a placeholder, because I didn’t know what else to say. They didn’t act like friends last night, or any of the nights prior. The whole thing was so fucking weird, and it seemed to be torturous for all three of us so…why?
“He hates you?” I questioned, trying to clarify. “Do you hate him?”
There were a few seconds where neither of us spoke, and an itchy feeling crawled over my skin. Something felt wrong, different.He’s not going to tell me the truth.
“No. I don’t hate him.”
“Okay, then—”
“You don’t either, do you?”
My face paled and I rolled my lips together.He doesn’t know. He can’t. Mason wouldn’t tell him, and neither would I.“I don’t even know him, so I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Sure seemed like you were really enjoying that blowjob.”
“Which youtoldme to do,” I reminded him, nausea making me shaky.I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to go home.“Without even asking me beforehand if I’d be okay with it.”
“But you were okay with it, weren’t you? Huh?” He raised his brows. “You didn’t tell me no, did you? Seemed you were pretty okay with it to me.Morethan okay, even. You were pretty goddamnwetwhen I fingered you afterwards.”
It felt like he’d slapped me across the face.
