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“No, those girls don’t mean anything to me,” he says, as if to reassure me. “I’ve just… had needs, you know? And same with them. We both always knew what we were getting into. No one ever used anybody or anything.”

“Dustin, relax,” I say, touching his hand and stroking it. “I’ve had one-night stands, too. I don’t think any less of you for it. When I first moved out here to Reno, I was pretty lonely at first. I hooked up with a guy my first week being here. I felt like such a slut.”

“There’s nothing wrong with sex,” he assures me. “If you’re a slut, then I’m much worse than that, trust me.”

“I almost had sex with Jacob to tell you the truth,” I confess. “I think that’s probably how I was able to get my job so fast. I think he expected us to fuck after he hired me and ‘saved me.’ He’s a douche.”

We are both quiet for a few seconds. He keeps looking at my hand as it strokes his. I can tell he wants to touch my hand, but he is hesitant. Rather than push either of us too far, I eventually retreat from him.

“Where are you from originally?” Dustin asks.

“Carson City,” I answer. “I didn’t really want to move to Reno, but I just sort of ended up here. It’s such a long, shitty story.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says. “Where do you want to live?”

“I don’t know—farther than Reno,” I reply. “I want to keep going either east or west until I find the right spot to be. I don’t know where I want to live.”

“You dislike it here in Reno?” he wonders.

“No, I don’t mind living here,” I say. “It’ll do for now. I’m just tired of Nevada. My parents still live in Carson City, so sometimes I go back to see them. If it weren’t for them being here, I think I would’ve just kept going on driving past Reno. I needed toreallyleave—get out, explore, find out what kind of person I really am. I’m hoping maybe Reno will answer some of my questions. It’s still too early to tell.”

“You’re close with your parents?” he surmises.

“Yeah, they’re amazing,” I say. “What about your parents? Do they live here in Reno?”

“My parents are dead,” he says with a chuckle. “Theydidlive here in Reno. I grew up in Helendale, California, but we moved out to Reno when I was about eleven or twelve.”

“Oh God,” I say in embarrassment. “Well, that’s awkward. Sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s okay,” says Dustin. “People die. I do miss them, but it wasn’t anything bad. Luckily, they lived good, long lives.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I say. “How drunk are you?”

“Pretty drunk,” he confesses. “Let’s turn it up.”

* * *

The sexual tensionhas been subtly rising between us all throughout the night. In Cupertino’s, we behave and continue downing our drinks and eating our massive helpings of food. With that balance of liquor and food in my system, I’m still drunk, but I’m not wasted. One more drink in me might do the trick, though.

Instead of another drink, he and I stumble out of Cupertino’s, giggly and full from our dinner. We are standing close, both wondering who will make a move…

We are both too drunk to drive, so we each have to wait for our individual Ubers to arrive so that we can get home. While we wait, we hover close. I can feel his heat emanating off his hot body.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight,” Dustin says quietly.

“Thank you for inviting me out,” I reciprocate. “Thank you for pouring drinks down my throat all night.”

“Of course. It is my pleasure, milady.”

He puts his arm around me. I can feel his big, powerful hands as they caress my back. We keep our eyes staring straight ahead, but all we think about is what all we want him to do with that hand.

I turned to him. “Dustin…”

Then, without another word, he takes my face in his hands, pulls me in to him, and kisses me. We hold our kiss for many seconds, taking it in and savoring every steamy second.

Just as he pulls away, I grab a hold of him and pull him back in. I kiss him back, ready to turn our kissing into passionate making out.

His facial hair is thick, but his lips are soft. He smells really nice. His hands don’t travel anywhere unseemly, but they do wander insistently. Each new kiss we give each other turns up the intensity even more. His kisses give me satisfaction in a way that no other man’s have. I am nearly overwhelmed.