Page 106 of My Unfinished Heart

“I guess I just don’t understand being bi.”

“I’m not sure I can explain it for you. I’ve been this way my whole life.”

“You literally have no preference?”

I give him an obvious look up and down before pulling him in for a kiss. He has to let go of my erection, but he lands heavily on my chest and takes my mouth for all it’s worth. I run my hands down his back and flip him over so I’m the one on top. I kiss him again, lining our cocks up between us before we start moving together. On a breath, I say, “I do have a preference. But no one else is you. You’re all I’ve wanted since we met.”

“I’m still the only guy?”

“Am I?”

“Okay, fine, don’t answer that.” He wraps his legs around mine, rocking up against me. “But I do want to know this. You don’t wanna settle down with a woman? Make babies? Live a life no one looks at you sideways for?”

“If I want babies, I think I can figure out a way to make them with you.”

“Oh, fuck…Archer, say more.”

“Do you want babies?”

“I want you.”

I kiss him again, hard. When I stop to breathe, he hits me with his next question. “How many people have you been with?”

“Are you gonna answer the same question?”

“Six,” he says. “Not including you.”

“But I was first?” I move to kiss his nipples, play with those salacious steel bars.

He arches toward me. “Yes. Yes, you were first. So how many?”

“Do we mean penetrative sex or just hook-ups?”

“Sex, I guess, but then my answer’s four—including you.”

“I don’t think I’ve cracked ten.”

“Really?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I mean, I’d have to think about it, put pen to paper.”

“Fuck it, I don’t care. When did you get tested last?”

“Today.”

“You—seriously?”

“Well, I saw you yesterday, so…” I close my mouth around his nipple again, glancing up to see him with his head lifted, looking down at me.

“That’s fucking romantic,” he says.

I wink at him.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m going to.”

“Today?”