“Okay, well, then we should talk about this,” he said. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Start at the beginning, and tell me what has you hung up. We can work through it, together.”
Oh, they absolutely could but only if they went upstairs to the man’s bedroom and got naked.
Was that what he wanted?
God.
Yes, it was. Gamble was one hundred percent sure that he was sexually attracted to the man.
Because he couldn’t tell him he wanted to sleep with him, in fear of being sent away, he was bending the truth a little bit.
Honesty was always the best policy—just not in this case.
“I’m having terrifying dreams.”
Yeah, he kept that short and sweet for a good reason. He wasn’t lying about having dreams.
Oh, they were happening.
He was lying about them being scary. Well, then again, they were kind of terrifying.
They made him question his sexuality, and if this was just a byproduct of trauma.
Honestly, he might never know.
What he did know was that he had been straight his whole life, and he didn’t think he was anymore.
Why?
It might have something to do with the mere idea that he wanted to get naked with this man, and that he’d been having those urges for a while.
With each day, it was getting harder to resist, and he wasn’t sure if he could.
His blue eyes, his British accent, and his dimpled smile were enough to make his belly quiver with lust.
None of this should be happening because he’d been on Team Tits for his whole life.
And Poe didNOThave tits.
Not even close.
What he had was a really spectacular ass and strong, hard thighs.
That wasn’t his normal type.
He liked curves, tits, and to sink into that softness. Now, he was ogling Poe’s body like a hungry man staring into a bakery window.
He was sleek, well built, and was nine inches shorter than him at five eight. They were most definitely opposite body types.
Now, Gamble was building back muscle. He was getting bulky again, almost back to his two sixty frame, where he towered over him.
Still, he liked that too.
“I don’t think I can go home yet,” he admitted. “I need more time. Is there any way, Doctor, that you can give me another month?” he asked.
His fingers were crossed.
Hopefully, in that time, he would figure out if he was attracted to Poe or if he was just a chicken shit who didn’t want to leave the nest.
