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“I’ve been taking classes online. And I just got my AA. Things are so different now….”

“What’s different?” It’s like pulling teeth, but I can be patient. I’m the most patient man in the world.

“It’s too much to tell you right now. It’ll change how you look at me.”

“No. Don’t think so.” I’m adamant about it despite not knowing if that’s the truth. But I’m so desperate for answers that I lie. I don’t know how I’ll react when I finally know it all, but I want all of him, those secret parts.

“Why didn’t you stay at that club tonight? I’m sure that men were all over you,” he murmurs, trying to divert the conversation.

“I know what you’re doing, Simon, but I’ll answer your questions. The truth is none of them were you. To be honest, I thought about it…trying all of this with someone else. But it seems I only want you.”

He lets out a shaky exhale, almost in relief.

“I told Jude I’m Simon-sexual, but honestly maybe a little more bi than I thought.”

Simon peeks back at me, his cheeks that delicious shade of red. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. A bit gay. I can come to terms with that, as long as you stick around and help me explore it.”

He turns back around and rests his head once more on my chest. His hand comes out of the water and slides up my neck and into my hair, pulling my face into the crook of his neck. Seems he likes my mouth there, right under his ear.

I bite and lick at him gently as he just breathes deeply and when my hand moves down to his groin, I can feel his stiff cock resting against his stomach.

“You’re trying to distract me with your hot dick,” I whisper against his skin. “But I won’t be deterred. Tell me.”

He lets out a groan as I grab on to his overly sensitive dick and stroke it slowly.

“It’ll ruin this.”

“It won’t.”

I pull my hand away and Simon lets out a frustrated grunt, his hand flopping back into the water with a splash, his chest heaving.

“Why areyouworking at that sandwich shop? I know you have a degree,” Simon asks instead.

“Here you go again. Deflecting,” I say with a laugh.

“Humor me. Since you won’t humor my dick.”

It’s such an odd thing to say that it makes me laugh loudly, the sound echoing off the tile walls.

“Yeah, I’ll humor it once you tell me some shit, but I’ll give you something first, if that’s how you want to play this.”

Simon chuckles and then leans back and kisses me softly. It’s so unexpected and exciting that I lose my ability to speak for a second before saying, “I got my major in sociology. And I don’t know what to do with it. I’m not really good at much.”

Simon sits up and turns to face me.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I’m not super smart like you. You’re some kind of genius. I mean…you just look smart. But I’m not. Not really. If I wanted to do something with my major, I’d have to go back to school. And I’m not sure I want to. I didn’t like it all that much.”

“I’m sure there’s plenty you could do with what you have now. You’re good with people. I see it every time we work together.”

I sigh. “Yeah. I don’t know. I’m not sure what I want to be. I’m only twenty-two. Like, do I need to figure it out right now?”

“Yeah, I’m twenty-four and still don’t know what I’m doing. So I get it.”

I hold my breath, waiting for him to give me something else, but he doesn’t.

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