Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Me: Obviously. I wouldn’t deny you the pleasure of my company.
I knew he would shake his head when he saw that.
I exited out of my texts and automatically went to Instagram. The notifications on my pre-gym selfie were already out of control.
So fucking hot.
Sit on my face.
Start an OnlyFans!
Show us your hole!
Why are you so beautiful?
My eyes snagged on the other comments.
Gross.
Fake.
#Conceited
He’s so full of himself.
He’s not even that good-looking.
I heard he used to be fat as a kid.
My chest tightened as my cell tumbled out of my hand, and I knew those comments were all I would hear in my head all day.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Spencer
“Did you give Corbin the book?” Gael asked me when I stopped by the library to see him.
“I did. He said he’s going to start it tonight when we get home.”
Gael cocked a brow, and at first, I wasn’t sure why, but then realized my mistake. “He lives next door in the same apartment complex.” Yes, yes he did, but he was also in my bed every night.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
I didn’t want to get into too much detail because it wasn’t professional, but I also didn’t want to lie to Gael. Plus, it was good for queer kids to have queer people they could go to and talk about things, or to see and hear about healthy queer relationships. “I’m not sure if that’s the exact word I’d use, but we’re dating.”
“Wasn’t it like thirty seconds ago that you said you were just friends?”
Leave it to Gael to call me on my shit. “You’re a brat, do you know that?”
“So you’ve said.” He looked down at his book again.
“Bet it’s nice to be out of school for a couple of weeks. Just a few months left, and you graduate.”
“I can’t fucking wait.”
“I know.” I squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll let you get back to your book before you get too grumpy with me. Once I get some work done, I’ll come say goodbye.”
He nodded. “Thanks, Spencer.”
“No problem.”
Back in my office, I lost myself in my work, not realizing how much time passed until there was a knock on my open office door.
“Hey, Spencer.” Eve, one of our volunteers, poked her head in. “Sorry to bother you. There’s a guy named Corbin here, looking for you. He said he’ll be waiting in the library.”
I looked at the clock to see it was five thirty. “You didn’t bother me. Thanks for letting me know. How is everything? You good?”
“Yeah, everything’s great. Thanks for always asking.”
Eve returned to the front desk, while I shut my computer down and grabbed my cell, trying to pretend that buzz of excitement running laps in my body wasn’t because Corbin was here. Basically, I was a liar because I knew it was.
He was sitting beside Gael when I got into the library, the two of them discussing something.
“How are you guys thick as thieves so quickly?”
“I know cool people when I see them,” Corbin replied, but something was off in how he said it. There was no real reason I should be able to tell that, since I couldn’t put my finger on why I thought it, but I knew I was right.
“Gross. I’m not cool,” Gael answered, making Corbin chuckle.
“My mistake,” Corbin replied, then turned to me. “You’re often late after work, so I thought I’d just come here.”
Yeah, I did tend to stay later than five. There was always so much to do, and even if I had a slower day, I liked spending time at the center.
When our eyes met, I saw the playfulness that was Corbin trying to sneak through, but it was blocked by something else. His gaze darted away quickly, as if he didn’t want me to find what I was looking for. Well, that wouldn’t do at all, so I walked over, tilted his head up, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Oh,” sneaked out of his mouth as soon as we pulled away.
I grinned.
“I can’t believe you guys are boyfriends. I better find a man in college,” Gael grumbled.
“I’m in my midthirties,” Corbin told him, “and Spencer is my first…dating thing.”
I raised a brow. “Dating thing?”
“We said we were dating, but I wasn’t sure what that meant.”
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” I asked, and why was I holding my breath?
He smiled, and despite his fake one moments ago, this one was real. That truth helped me mask some of my own fears and insecurities.
“Yeah…” he said. “As long as it doesn’t mess up our friendship.”
“We already discussed that. Nothing will mess up our friendship. So we’re boyfriends,” I told him.
“Deal.” He grinned.
Gael was looking at us and frowning slightly. “Why do I feel like I just watched two sixteen-year-olds instead of old guys?”
Corbin gasped. “I’m not old! Take it back!”
“Relationships are hard,” I told Gael. “You’ll see one day.”