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“She doesn’t know,” I confirmed. “I hated putting my dad in the position of having to keep a secret from her, but he’s chosen not to rock his boat in any way.”
“You’re lucky to have such a father. Mom too, for that matter.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Nancy,” I argued about his other parent he’d taken to calling his mother. “She adores the ground you walk on.”
“Oh, I’m not saying there is,” Preston hurried to add. “It’s just…different.” He snapped his lips closed, but I’d seen the hurt Jacqueline’s words had caused. I doubted there was much I didn’t already understand when it came to Preston’s inner workings
Well, all except for the fact he was gay and wanted me. How had I been blind to those feelings? Probably fear over him being too much like Jacqueline, regardless of his love for his biological father.
“Did you go to Nancy and Michael’s wedding?” I asked.
“Yes.” I could hear the smile in Preston’s voice. “It’s was beautiful. Michael’s family loves Nancy. Welcomed her with open arms and celebrates who she is.”
“I’m glad she found her place.”
“She asked about you.”
I grinned. “She did?”
Preston nodded. “I told her you were living in Boston, and she said the next time I saw you to thank you again for making sure I got to spend time with her when Jacqueline denied me the right to visit.”
Nancy was a beautiful soul. Instinctively caring and nurturing, the same as me. She’d also been super affectionate with Preston, which had left him needy when we’d returned to the penthouse together in silence after sneaking off to visit with her.
“Thank you for always holding my hand on our way home,” Preston said, his voice quiet.
“I was just thinking about that.”
“Every drive back to hell, every elevator ride.”
I squeezed his fingers, rubbing my thumb gently over his warm skin. “They fit together rather nicely, don’t they?”
“Yes.” Preston lifted our clasped palms, eyeing how I stroked over him. “I’ve had dozens of fantasies about your fingers.”
I snorted a laugh. “Is there any part of me you haven’t?”
He thought for a moment. “Nope. I would even suck on your toes if you asked me to.”
Why did that image make my semi want to swell back to full, aching agony?
“Foot fetish, huh?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said with a shrug against my chest, “but they’re a part of you, and I lo— Well, every inch of you is perfect so…”
“You haven’t seen all of me,” I reminded him, my heart tightening in my chest over what he’d almost said.
He shifted, and I lifted an eyebrow.
“Something you need to tell me?”
“I, um…may have gotten a good look at you after you hopped out of the shower a few times?”
“Is that a statement or question?” I pressed since Preston rarely gave anything away. And that secret? Fucking gold.
“Okay, so five occurrences allowed me to see you butt naked. Yes, I’m a sicko who snuck peeks through doors left cracked open whenever given the chance.” He huffed the words, and I lifted onto my elbow to check out his face.
He’d flushed a gorgeous shade of pink.
I rolled Preston onto his back, throwing my leg over his waist and spearing my hands into his hair. “I love that you obsessed over me as much as I did you.”
