He chuckles. “I will in a minute.”
“Will your brother and his husband be coming?” he asks. Why am I staring at the way his arms fill the sleeves of his T-shirt as he pets my cat? Jesus fuck.
“Uh, yeah, they will be. You haven’t met them yet, right?”
“I sort of met Tommy at the bar. He waited on me and Peyton, and I met your folks, but I’ve never met Tommy’s husband.”
I blink. “You met my parents? When?”
“A few days after I moved in. They introduced themselves when we ran into each other in the hallway. They were real nice.”
I smile. “Yeah, they are really nice. And both of them love to cook, which unfortunately is a talent they only passed on to Tommy.”
He laughs. “Well, you got the gorgeous eyes,” he says, fucking staring right at me, like he isn’t saying the most romantic thing in the world and impregnating me on the spot. Fuck, this man.
He flushes when I just stare at him open mouthed, and then sits up and plants a kiss on Marble’s head before shuffling to the bathroom. I groan and slouch in my spot, patting my lap to invite Marble over. She looks at me like,You aren’t Bentley,and hops onto her cat tower instead. I get up and get my fussy traitor queen her dinner.
When Bentley returns he’s in the process of putting his hair back up in a messy bun, and there go those muscles again, flexing like nobody's goddamn business. His shirtrides up and I catch a glimpse of his blond treasure trail, leading from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans.
Goddamn it, every second I spend with him makes it harder for me to convince myself I’m “just going through a dry spell.” But there’s no way I’m going to stop spending time with him either. Just the thought of that makes me depressed as hell. Not to mention he’s got me hooked on that show of his already and ever since he moved in, I haven’t felt quite so lonely.
However, I have to make it a couple more hours before I am allowed to have a mini crisis over my sexuality and the fact that I’m starting to think maybe I’m not as straight as I thought I was.
“Ready?” Bentley asks in that southern drawl that makes my stomach fill with butterflies and my cock twitch.
“Yeah,” I manage, hands in my pockets.
Bentley scratches behind Marble's ears once more as we make our way to the door. I decide she’s been mean to me and doesn’t deserve my affection so I stick my tongue out at her and keep walking.
Bentley laughs.
Chapter Eight
Bentley
Alex doesn’t bother knocking when we get up the stairs to his parents’ apartment.
“Mom, Dad, I’m here and I brought Bentley with me,” he calls as he walks inside.
His mom comes out of the kitchen seconds later with an apron on and her arms outstretched to greet her son, and his dad isn’t far behind.
Isabella kisses her son on the cheek. “Alejandro, mijo, so good to see you.” His dad is next and he gives Alex a warm hug. Then Isabella is turning to me and gripping my cheeks, planting a kiss and making my face flush.
“Bentley, so glad you’re joining us,” she says, her smile bright, and I know she means it.
“Thank you for having me,” I tell her.
“It’s a pleasure,” Johnny says, holding his hand out for me to shake.
“Are Tommy and Pierre coming?” Alex asks.
“They better be,” Isabella says. “Someone has to eat all this food. Make yourselves comfortable and dinner will beready soon.” She makes her way back to the kitchen and Johnny looks at us.
“Can I get either of you a drink?”
“I’m good, Dad, thanks,” Alex says.
“Me, too,” I say. “I can wait for dinner.”
