Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Leo shook his head. "I know that when I fall in love, no one else will matter for me. Have you never been in love?"
Zolt didn’t know whether Leo was being naive, idealistic, or too romantic for his own good. Or maybe he was just taking the opportunity to show someone his softer side, because Zolt was sure as hell that Leo wouldn’t be having a conversation like this with one of his brothers.
“No. What our society calls ‘love’ is really attachment hormones flooding the brain. I like to be honest with myself about the things I want and need. And I don’t like drama. That is the one danger of fucking married guys—when the wives find out, they blame the lover more than their husband. I suppose it’s easier to blame it all on a stranger’s seduction tricks than acknowledge that their life partner chose to betray their trust. One hit me with a bottle,” he said and pointed to the scar on his lip.
Leo burst out with such laughter that he shook all over and spilled some of his coffee. “Seriously? And there I was, obsessing about that scar, imagining you brawling in dark alleyways.”
Leo had been obsessing about Zolt’s scar? Zolt wasn’t used to such confessions of interest or even adoration, not outside of moments of passion that made people’s tongues untangle, but Leo’s honesty was oddly refreshing.
“I’m usually good at defending myself, but I didn't see that one coming. I’m lucky to still have all my teeth. She broke the bottle on my face and then threw all his things into a container and set them on fire. I was kind of impressed.”
Leo finished his coffee and put the cup away. On his way to the fridge, he gave Zolt a little kiss on the scar, as if they were something more than fuckbuddies. It was confusing, but sweet, so Zolt didn’t comment on it.
“Don’t worry. My future wife will never come after you.”
“You sure? How are you going to protect me when you need to attend to a dick once in a while, and she somehow finds out?”
Leo shook his head. “I won’t. Told you. When I fall in love, I won’t need anyone else. Besides, anyone who says they need dick is lying. You won’t die from not getting a cock in your mouth even if you really fucking want it. If someone can’t keep it in their pants, they shouldn’t get married in the first place.” He frowned at the shelves of Zolt’s fridge. “There’s nothing in here.”
Other people’s secret needs got Zolt a lot of sex, but it was hard to argue with Leo's logic. If it were up to him, marriage wouldn’t be a thing in the first place. Everybody should be free to fuck whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted. As misguided as Leo was, at least Zolt knew him enough to realize that he’d stand behind his words even if it made him hurt. After all, despite lusting after Zolt for so many months, he’d never made a move of any kind, not while he was still attached to his ex. Maybe it was Zolt’s experience with men who wanted him one day and gave him the cold shoulder the next, but he found Leo’s attitude admirable in a twisted kind of way.
He cleared his throat when Leo looked back at him, gesturing at the empty shelves. “I usually just eat out on my days off.”
Leo’s expression reflected such honest disappointment Zolt barely stifled a laugh. “You don’t cook?”
Zolt snorted. “Why, did you think I can cook just because I’m gay? For your information, I’m also shit at naming colors. And at fashion in general. And I’m no one’s sassy best friend.”
Leo bit his lips and pointed to the living room. “Not great at interior design, either?”
Zolt gave Leo’s shoulder a playful punch. “Nope. I’m a man’s man. Salt of the earth, that’s me.”
Leo sighed. “Won’t lie. I did imagine you’d cook. How about DIY skills?” He arched his eyebrows at the sad shelf that hung horizontally by one last nail.
Zolt smirked. “Do you mean break-and-entry? I’m real good at that.”
Leo shook his head, eying the shelf. “Don’t worry, I can fix it for you. But if neither of us cooks, we need to go shopping. I’m not living on beer and pizza leftovers. You need a snack cupboard.”
Zolt sighed, watching Leo when the blue eyes turned away from him, focusing on the shelf. If Leo was as good at DIY as he suggested, there would be more jobs waiting for him around the shop. “I love watching a man work with his hands.”
Leo glanced over his shoulder, and the glint of joy in his eyes told Zolt that by the time Leo left, his home would be in top shape. From the shelf, through the broken toothbrush holder, to the creaking stairs in the attic.