Well, I could try…
“I just want you to know that I didn’t enjoy the kiss,” he said. “I’m not into that sort of thing.”
“Bullshit you’re not. You can’t fake that kind of passion.”
“Passion?” he sputtered and looked ready to fire off another ridiculous excuse. He could carry on all he wanted, but I knew the truth.
“And that’s why you’ve been showing up at all these places, you know, conveniently.”
“It wasn’t fucking convenient at all! I can’t get you out of my hair.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are other areas of your body you’d like me to take over.”
His face ascended to a somehow brighter hue of red. He balled his hands into fists. Maybe I should’ve prepared to duck, but something told me he wouldn’t throw a punch no matter how badly I pissed him off.
“Don’t you get it?” he asked. “I’m totally not into that sort of thing. I don’t want some stupid little kiss to change my life.”
“The kiss might’ve been stupid, but it definitely wasn’t little.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dude, you kissed me like a mule eating an apple.”
I again demonstrated it on my hand in the most cartoonish way possible so I could snatch away his remaining sanity.
“You know, Jakob, you’re really starting to annoy me.” Zane spoke through clenched teeth.
“Is that a fact?”
“It’s a fact.”
His eyes locked on mine, and he inched up closer to me.
“What are you gonna do about it?” I asked. “I’ve already whooped your ass once.”
“It was a sucker punch. And, for the last time, quit making shit up.”
He shuffled nearer, closing in on me. I felt his warm breath on my skin. My legs weakened.
“It was no sucker punch,” I said. “I sent you to the fucking moon, and you know it.”
“As spoken by cheap shot artists everywhere.”
His voice had turned soft by then and so had mine, like we’d both been lulled into a gentler, warmer mood. I also felt helpless, the way I do when I try to stay awake, but sleep takes command.
Unlike the gym kiss, we fell into each other’s arms, not hastily, but with the tenderness of a warm blanket. Instead of practically inhaling one another, we drank each other up like fine wine.
Our mouths opened once again, allowing our tongues to mingle and play. He pressed his powerful chest against mine and I felt his rock-hard nipples. I reached up with one arm to clamp my hand onto the back of his head, my finger swimming through his hair. My other hand traversed up and down his achingly strong back.
Yes, I felt his erection poke against my leg. No, it wasn’t small either. I could say whatever necessary to piss Zane off but wouldn’t deny the truth, at least not to myself.
I couldn’t.
I reached down and took the cock bulge in my hand, stroking through his jeans, and Zane returned the favor.
Then I broke away from the kiss, our arms still wrapped around one another.
“You’ve got something on your mind,” Zane said.
