“I guess.” He shrugged. He hated speaking so openly with people.
Opening up only meant that people could see your vulnerabilities and use them against you.
Staring at the clock once more, he thought about Zero and how things had been going between them lately. Was it possible that the ex-Abercrombie model was falling for him? Or was the man simply being friendly, considering how often they worked closely together? These days, sex meant nothing. People hooked up with randos all the time. Hell, ninety percent of the homos inthis world were all in open relationships. He really didn’t get it. If he loved or cared for someone, there was no fucking way he was letting anybody stick their dick anywhere near his man.
Call him possessive. Call him jealous. He didn’t care. When you were his guy (or girl), you belonged to him and only him. No fucking way was he letting his partner go around sucking other people’s dicks and shit.
Then a thought occurred to him.
“What does it mean when someone sacrifices their plans to stay home and take care of you while you’re sick?” He glanced over at the doc, hoping she wouldn’t look too deep into that question.
Of course she did.
“Well, it could mean a lot of things. I guess it depends on the circumstances and the relationship between the two people.”
“Say you don’t like each other?” Diesel asked, regretting having asked the question. He was suddenly afraid of what she might say.
The doctor shook her head gently. “No. If a person sticks around to take care of someone, especially when they’re all gross and helpless, that is usually a strong indicator that they care for the person.”
Butterflies began to take flight in his belly.
What was he? A sixteen-year-old girl? Butterflies? Really? Get a grip. He’s a dude. With a dick.
A very nice dick.
And a very nice backside.
Don’t forget his sweetness?
And the fact that he cuddles like a champ!
Where the fuck were all these voices coming from? Usually, they just told him how fucking stupid he was being and to go fuck himself, but today they were all ganging up on him, tellinghim how fucking awesome the guy was and how the man could literally walk on water!
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration.
“You’re smiling.” A voice broke through the inner monologue his personalities seem to be having.
“Huh?” Diesel asked, locking eyes with the woman once again.
“Just now. Whatever was going on inside that head of yours had you smiling like I’ve never seen before. Actually, it was quite frightening. I thought you were about to have a nervous break or something.” Her lips turned upward, giving him a playful smile.
Diesel chuckled. He could see why all the other guys at the house liked Dr. Bloom.
“Sure, whatever,” Diesel responded, fearing that he might be giving himself away. He turned his attention back toward the window, hoping that she would move on from her inquisition.
“Was it this person? The one who took care of you while you were sick?”
Diesel’s eyes dropped to his fingers as his cheeks flushed.
How will you get better if you don’t open up?that pesky voice inside his head whispered.
He gave a slight nod with his head.
“His name is Zero, and he’s working with us here in London.”
Dr. Bloom leaned back in her chair and crossed her fingers under her chin. She appeared to be studying him. Probably reading his body language to figure out if he was being serious or just goofing around.
“I think this young man might be good for you. Clearly, you two have formed some sort of bond and attachment.”
