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He kissed me in hungry spells, massaging my tongue with his before breaking the connection and resting his forehead against mine without a word. He just stared at me, like he was trying to convince himself this was real before kissing me again. And again.

I heard at least two doors open and close. I knew he heard it too. But he didn’t stop kissing me and I didn’t want him to.

“I have to stop,” he managed hoarsely, pecking me twice in the span of four words. “We have to stop.”

He said that, but we didn’t stop, and I smiled against his mouth every time his voice grew raspier.

“We have to stop.” Kiss. “We have to talk about this.”

We didn’t stop. We didn’t talk about this. But we did kiss until I felt drunk on it. His tongue stroked mine until my dick was pressed against my zipper, needy for the attention my mouth was getting.

Fuck.

It was me. I was the one to pull away. Because at the end of the day, we were still at work. And at the end of the day, justbecause he kissed me didn’t mean my dick was invited to the party. I needed to get my shit together.

With my hand touching my lips, I stumbled away from him, until my back hit the wall behind me and it felt like I could breathe again.

Greyson did the same thing on the opposite wall.

It was like we’d put ourselves in timeout and I was fighting the urge to walk back over to him and kiss him again. This time with my hand wrapped around his neck and my tongue invading his mouth.

My eyes fell from Greyson’s face at the worst possible time because I caught him running a hand over the front of his pants, trying to conceal his hard on.

At least it wasn’t just me…

“I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.” He stared at me with a small frown, choosing his words carefully. “I’ve wanted you toknowthat I wanted to do that for weeks.”

His voice sounded strained, uncomfortable. But I wasn’t going to interrupt him when it was already taking so much out of him. If I stopped him, he might never trust me to start talking again. And I wanted him to trust me. With everything. Especially his feelings for me.

“I don’t know what any of it means. I thought I was straight. But then we met True. And the three of us were always together. And I always wanted it to be like that. I knew I wanted her, but I knew I wanted you too. I’ve never been attracted to another man, Noah. I don’t know.”

Those last three words were a refrain. Hedidn’t knowand he was still trying to explain it, to make sense of it so I knew he wasn’t just fucking around.

My heart expanded every time he fumbled over his words.

Greyson’s breath was ragged as he smoothed a hand over his jaw. “I couldn’t get it to make sense. I called my fucking dad.”

I pushed out a dry laugh. “What did he say?”

“That I was too caught up in the label for what I was feeling and that I should allow myself to feel it and see where it goes…”

I never got to ask him a follow up question because a wide-eyed young woman rounded the corner and she looked relieved when she caught a glimpse of me.

Lori. The bartender.

“Noah, thank God. I know you’ve shown me a million times before but something is going on with the fridge and we have guests downstairs who want?—”

Her eyes darted between me and Greyson, and her spine went straighter when she realized she was in his presence.

“I’m sorry.”

Greyson waved her off, silently telling me to go with a simple look.

So, I threw my arms around her shoulders and steered the newest seasonal employee back to the staircase.

“Calm down, Lori. Let’s go downstairs. Show me what you’re talking about so I can fix it.”

Every step I took away from Greyson felt like a splinter in my chest, but I told myself we would finish talking at home. I just hoped he was still willing to talk by then.