Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
That made me laugh. Then I said, “You never answered my question about what you were doing at that club.”
“No, because you’re very distracting. But that question doesn’t really need an answer.”
“Why not?”
“Because ninety-nine percent of Thrust’s customers are there for the same reason. Look for a clue in the name.”
That surprised me. “You were hoping to get laid?”
He actually seemed a little embarrassed—probably by my dumb question more than anything—and broke eye contact. “Yes, but I don’t want you to think I lured you here with the plan of throwing myself at you. You’ve obviously had too much to drink tonight, and I’d never take advantage of someone in that condition.”
“To be clear, I had two drinks in about twenty minutes, and they didn’t sit well. They’re also no longer in my system, as we both know. It wasn’t like I was doing shots for like, five straight hours or anything.”
Now he looked confused. “So, you’re not drunk and want me to hit on you?”
“Yes. I mean…no. I didn’t come here to have sex with you. But I wouldn’t mind making out or something.” Oh god, did I really say that? And was he actually going for it? He started to lean in, and I jerked back and exclaimed, “Not now! I probably have barf breath.”
He sat back again and told me, “You’re a very confusing man, Logan Genardi.”
“Sorry. I’m not very good at…whatever this is.” I got up and asked, “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it’s right through there.” He pointed at a doorway in the far corner of the garage. “Also, I’m in no way confirming you have breath issues, but there’s a new toothbrush in the cabinet to the left of the sink. Feel free to help yourself to it, if that’ll make you feel less self-conscious.”
I heard that as, “You’re right, you have barf breath. I’m trying not to hurt your feelings, but you should absolutely brush your teeth.”
Once I was in the bathroom with the door shut behind me, I closed the toilet lid, sat down on it, and looked around. The room was plain white, except for a huge, rusty sign from the 50s or 60s advertising Chevrolets, which filled most of the wall in front of me. This was literally the least child-friendly home I’d ever seen. All that rusty metal everywhere was making me wonder if my tetanus shots were up to date.
Speaking of children, I took my phone from my pocket and sent JoJo a text to see how things were going with the baby. She replied right away with: He’s sleeping soundly and has been all night. There’s no point in waking him, so no matter what time you get in, just leave him here in Yolanda’s and my room. I’ll bring him upstairs to you when he wakes up in the morning.
I sent back a thank you and put the phone away. After being with Owen twenty-four/seven for nearly a month, I was experiencing a bit of separation anxiety. But there was clearly nothing to worry about.
I got up and opened the cabinet beside the sink, and what I found there brought a smile to my face. One entire shelf was filled with a vast assortment of hair care products, including at least six different deep conditioners. I was glad to know he had to make at least a little effort to look that good.
After I brushed my teeth, I felt much less disgusting. I didn’t know what to do with that new, red toothbrush though, so I brought it with me back to the sofa.
Lucky glanced at me and asked, “Are you feeling better now?”
“Much.”
When he slid closer, I quickly held up the toothbrush and told him, “I didn’t know what to do with this. It seemed wasteful to throw it away, but it’s not like you’re going to reuse it.” I hadn’t exactly meant to stick it in his face, but it did prove effective in slowing his roll.
He grinned and returned to his previous spot on the couch. “Keep it. Also, message received. Maybe you should just kiss me when you’re ready, and I’ll stop trying.”
For lack of a better idea, I stuck the toothbrush in my T-shirt’s chest pocket with the bristle end poking out. “Sorry. I’ve never been in this situation, and it feels all topsy turvy.”
He raised a brow and asked, “What situation are you referring to, exactly?”
“I’ve never been with a man before.” I quickly added, “Not that I’m a virgin or anything. Well, yes I am, in the guy-on-guy sense. In case you’re wondering, I’m also a mess with women, so it’s not just the ‘first time exploring my bisexuality’ thing that’s making me this awkward. Although that’s part of it.” I flailed around for something else to say since I was feeling ridiculous, and came up with, “Do you want to do something while we wait for me to get a grip so we can kiss?” Ugh.