Page 162 of Hot Mess
“Let’s just go to sleep.” He slapped my butt gently. “Turn over.”
I rolled over, turning my back to him. He slipped his arm around me and spooned up against my body. “Take this as a compliment,” he said, nuzzling into the back of my neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually asked a girl to cuddle with me before.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I yawned, his body heat and all the orgasms making me sleepy. “Well, I’ve never had such a sexy man pressed up against me, naked, and actually wanted to go to sleep before.”
“Obviously not that sexy,” he teased.
“Come on. You know you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever been in bed with.”
“Take it easy. My ego’s over-inflated enough.”
“You’re the sexiest man any girl’s ever been in bed with,” I said.
“Now I know you’re shitting me.”
“I am not. If it wasn’t… almost midnight… I’d be all over that.” I yawned again and he chuckled. “Sorry… I’m not used to dating a rock star. I’m not nocturnal like you. Madeleine expects me at the office at nine.”
“Sounds like torture. You need a job that lets you sleep in half the day.”
“I don’t know of any jobs like that, offhand. Rock star?”
“That’s the one,” he said.
“Damn. I have no talent, though.”
“Too bad for you.”
“No kidding.” I sighed sleepily. “But as long as I have my chai tea, it’s not so bad. We have a pretty sweet setup. If I tell Madeleine I’m groggy because I spent the night with a rock star, she’s hardly gonna be mad at me. More like jealous.”
He chuckled again. I just loved that sound.
When did he start laughing so much?
Now, I supposed. Right now, in bed with me.
After he made me come so hard I glimpsed the secret of the universe. Even though I just made him bleed…
I groaned inwardly and relaxed into his heat, the rhythm of his breaths, his heart beating lazily in his chest against my back. His heavy, tattooed arm wrapped around me.
When I was on the brink of what I was pretty sure was about to be the coziest, awesomest sleep I’d ever experienced, he spoke in the dark.
“I like guys.”
Just three little words that clung in the air, that clung to the nape of my neck where I felt his warm breath.
His arm tightened around me. “You awake?”
I was definitely awake, but… disoriented. My heart beat heavily in my chest.
I already knew that, right? I’d read it online.
But that wasn’t the same as hearing it from his mouth.
“You’re telling me you’re… gay?”
