Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
That was good. My brother needed some queer friends. I couldn’t help hoping they’d hit it off.
After dinner we played a couple of games of Cards Against Humanity. It was so odd seeing Jonathan in this environment, laughing and talking with my friends—with a group of queer people—and it hit me again, that he’d felt alone even longer than I had. While I hadn’t been close to my blood family, I’d had the people in this room, my chosen family. Some of them had been around longer than others, but I always had someone.
Eventually everyone started to head out. Jonathan lingered longer than the rest of them.
“Thanks, man, for this. Inviting me and all. It was cool,” Jonathan said.
“They’re good people.”
“You’re good people,” he replied, then quickly said, “I better head out.”
It was just like Jonathan to avoid getting too emotional.
We said our goodbyes. The second the door was closed, I was tugging Jameson to our room by his cute-ass suspenders. Fuck, I had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. “Bed. Now.”
He laughed but followed. We stripped and tumbled onto the mattress together. I lay on top of him, kissed him, then teased, “Oh, wait. I had a Snickers bar. You don’t have a peanut allergy, do you?”
He rolled his eyes and swatted my chest. “Shut up! Be nice to me, or I won’t put out.”
“Are you kidding me? I basically created a sex fiend with you. I must be really fucking good.”
“You’re really fucking conceited,” Jameson joked.
“No. I just like to make you laugh. You know the real me.”
He smiled up at me from his position on his back. “I do. I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
I shook my head. “It’s me who can’t believe I got so lucky.” Seriously. We were cute as fuck.
“To score an awkward, virgin sociology student?”
“My awkward, no-longer-virgin, current-sex-fiend professor.”
Jameson bit his lip, and I nearly came. That was still hot as hell.
“I love you, Will.”
“I love you too.”
We ended the evening just the way we’d said we would—sex, then cuddling. It was anything but awkward.