I had to shake my head to be able to remember the last argument I had left. Probably the most important one.
“But you've never been into men before,” I said. “Have you?”
He shrugged.
“No,” he said, like that didn't even matter.”But I’m into one now.”
I stared at him because that statement was just soKamran.
“Kam,” I groaned. “It’s not that easy. There's other stuff to consider.”
“Like what?” he asked.
“Like, coming out?” I said, partially to scare him, because if there was any hesitancy over that aspect then I wanted to know now.
“You're not out,” he pointed out patiently.
“That's because,” I spluttered, realizing that my reason for remaining closeted was now claiming to be right in there with me, probably ready to push me out the door.
“We can tell anyone you want,” he said, sliding closer to me. “Or not hide it at all. Or keep it completely secret. I don't care. Your call. I just want to try this.”
I couldn't wrap my head around it, not even when his hand slid into the hair at the nape of my neck, not even when he steered me toward him with a firm grip. Not even when he kissed me.
My eyes fluttered shut and I leaned in, sighing against his lips, hand flying to the front of his shirt to grip it tightly so he couldn’t pull away.
When we parted slightly though, my mouth just kept running like it hadn't been interrupted by straight-up heaven.
“What do you mean you want to try this? What isthis?”
“You tell me,” he said, pressing his lips to mine again, briefly this time. Fucking tease. “What do you want from me, Ryan?”
I meant to sayanything, but I whispered,“Everything,”and he moaned softly, kissing me again before responding.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
I had definitely fallen and hit my head at some point today—probably on the way to Kamran’s car. He'd probably showed up to tell me our friendship was done for good, and now, here I was, in a coma, imagining the complete opposite. I was going to be so pissed when the doctors resuscitated me.
His tongue delved into my mouth and a throaty moan tore from his throat andoh wow, this was real. He wanted me. Not just for a night. Not just to give him a bit of relief, or a break from reality. But for more. For something permanent.
“I can’t believe you’re making plans to come out with me,” I whispered.
“Yes, but baby steps,” he returned, gasping as I bit his lip. “At least let me suck your dick first.”
Any bit of blood that remained in my brain, promptly went down south leaving me staring at him blankly, unable to process anything aside from my raging boner.
“My place,” I managed to say. “Drive.”
“Your car,” he reminded me, hands on my jaw, stroking my cheeks and tangling in my hair. He was flushed pink and looked so good that I moaned, unable to believe I could have this and pressed forward, tangling my hands in the back of his shirt to pull him tight against my chest.
The second our lips met again, hot and desperate, a car honked too close. We both jumped apart and looked out the windows.
It seemed that the car next to us had almost pulled out while another one was passing. It was nothing to do with us, but it was the reminder that I needed that we were still on school property and many of my students and coworkers were still around. Oops.
“Right. All glass walls,” I said. “Probably shouldn't be doing this here.”
Kamran snorted. He turned the key in the ignition and pulled out, but his gaze lingered on me in a way that made my toes curl with anticipation. How could it be so clear with one look that he couldn't wait to get me naked?
“Drive fast,” I told him, and he grinned.
