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“Hell yeah it was.” I button up my jeans, then run a hand over my short hair. “I’m going to dream all night about the way you writhe.”
I want to buy him another drink. Unlike my usual hookups, I could hang out with Prince in that bar until sunrise and still want more of his gentle expressions. But I’m already getting too attached for my own good, and I need to keep this strictly sex-focused if it’s going to last.
He thinks I’m just a regular guy, but if we got caught together, the media storm that might follow would prove him wrong.
I shake the thought away. We’re not going to get caught. It’s one of Prince’s conditions, that the risky sex is only hot as long as we don’t get caught, so I don’t need to worry about that.
“There’s a whole bar out there,” I tell him, “and not a damn person has any idea I just guzzled your cum.”
He laughs. “I thought for sure I was going to yell out your fake name.”
“That’s hot.” I reach across the table and grab my jacket. “I take it you’re up for meeting again?”
“If you are, sure,” he says hopefully.
“We’ve checked a park and a bar off the list, but I think there are plenty of places left to explore.” I rummage in my jacket until I find the burner phone. I picked it up last weekend, just in case things went well again. “Here you go.”
He takes it, confused. “You got me a phone?”
“There’s one number programmed into it,” I tell him. “Another burner I picked up for myself. Text me anytime. I’m always happy to ditch my responsibilities if it means I can hear that whimper again.”
Prince trembles. “Okay.”
It’s time for my exit, but I’m not quite ready to part ways with this good feeling. “You want a ride?” I ask, aware that revealing our addresses would be against the rules, so why am I asking?
“No,” he answers. “Thanks, though.”
I hold his eye. “Text me soon,” I say and take him in a kiss.
Prince’s mouth opens, and my tongue slides in, pressing to his. The kiss is slow and deep, and then he playfully nibbles on my lip stud.
My desire flares again. I want to fuck him right there in the booth, throw the table aside and rail him against the seat. But somehow, I manage to tear my mouth away.
“Until next time,” I say and disappear into the night.
CHAPTERSIX
NICO
Damian pullsup to the corner in his little electric car, rolls down the passenger window, and gives me two thumbs up. “Audition day, woohoo! And I’m even early.”
I glance at my phone. He’s exactly ten minutes late, but for my best friend, I guess that qualifies as being early.
“Pop the trunk,” I say, lifting my keyboard case. “And thanks for the ride!”
When I moved to Washington with my ex, Smith, neither of us knew a soul on the West Coast. It was kind of the point. I started at his high school when I was sixteen, after my family’s third move in a couple years. Smith had been a total loner, but we instantly connected, becoming friends and then eventually boyfriends, too. Smith always dreamed about moving out west and starting a new life, and I accepted the plan as my own.
All while putting ourselves through community college, we fantasized about life after the move. But after we landed in Seattle, my first years were devoted to completing my Master’s degree, leaving me almost no free time. As soon as I graduated and landed my job, Smith broke up with me, sending me into an anxious spiral like the one I had at thirteen.
I’m better now, but I feel like I’m still a step behind in life.
Thank god for Damian. He’s been a bright light. We met at the board game café where he works right after I moved to town, and he’s become my new best friend, an anchor in a city that’s now my home.
I slide into the passenger seat. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He shoots me a big grin. “I’msoexcited that you are!”
Damian’s blocky glasses are down at the end of his nose, and there are pills on his fuzzy pink sweater, bright against his golden brown skin. We’re different in a lot of ways. He’s far more outgoing than I’ll ever be, and while I typically love a good plan, he prefers to wing things. He’s a few years younger and a total free spirit, and I’m already budgeting with retirement in mind. But I think it’s exactly those differences that we both appreciate, like we balance each other out.