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“You promise we’ll… no matter what… That we’ll still be us if… That this won’t destroy us if we fail?”

“With all my heart. I will never let you go, even if we decide to let each other go.”

“Promise.”

“Would you like to cross swords or have it written in sperm?” He stood up and walked over to me. He knelt down and took my face in his hands.

I could feel the blush splash across my face. “Not with garlic breath.”

He leaned in and placed his lips gently on mine. “This is happening.”

“At least grab a mint.”

ChapterFive

Ryder

Iwoke up, and last night felt like a dream. Did that really happen? Did I get my balls up and walk over and kiss him? Did we agree to see where this would go?

Was he moving back? We didn’t even talk about it again. Once we had settled what was going to happen, we ate dessert, drank wine, and groaned at our fat bellies. We talked as we always had.

It wasn’t a dream.

It had really happened.

I smiled.

Was he still asleep? Probably? I should…

I jumped out of bed and ran to my bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth. I ran my fingers over my buzz cut and stared at my body in the mirror. I raised my arm and sniffed. I was good.

I wanted… I looked down at my morning wood. I wanted him. I mean, there was no reason not to…

“Are you going to stay in there forever?” Marti’s giggle caught me off guard.

“Did you just sneak into my bed?” I watched myself smile in the mirror.

“I got up two hours ago. It takes a lot of work to… be pretty at this age.”

I walked into the doorway and saw him lying underneath my covers.

“It was so warm. You’re like a portable heater. I…” He stopped as he looked at me standing naked in front of him with my morning wood standing at attention. “Wow… I had forgotten.”

“A hot man is in my bed, and I am standing at attention. What should we do?”

“If it doesn’t involve seeing how this goes, I wasted two hours of my life.”

“What?” I shook my hips and my cock slapped against my thighs. “You want some of this?”

“I’m beginning to reconsider. I should have known that you’d become a frat boy when it came to sex.”

“I think you like frat boys.”

“If I had a child, it might be one,” he frowned. “Now come here and let’s see what…”

“I mean, not even dinner first?”

“That was last night. I brought dessert.” He looked over at the nightstand, and there was a slice of my cake.