Page 69 of The Best Man's Secret

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”

I cradled his face and tilted it up. I couldn’t see him in the dark, but I didn’t need light to know the expression he was wearing. His voice told me everything.

“Hey, baby. What’s in your head?”

He sighed.

“You.”

I chuckled.

“Thinking about me is keeping you awake? Maybe I didn’t do a good enough job a few hours ago.” I tugged him closer and closed my lips over his. He responded immediately, opening for me and giving me a taste of his sweet mouth.

“Why is it so good with you?” he asked, his voice filled with wonder. “I don’t understand it. I’ve been trying to figure out what I am, but…”

“Can I turn the light on?” I asked.

I felt Adam nod, so I stretched over to the table on my side and turned on the light.

“There you are,” I said, pulling him back against me.

He rested his chin on my chest, his eyes firmly on mine. “Was it hard for you to come out?”

“No. I always knew my mom would love me no matter what, and I always felt safe with your family. Noah had already come out by the time I came out, so it was easy.”

“How about the demisexual part? You never told me about that.”

I knew that question would come eventually. It was a fair one. Why would I have kept something like that from my best friend? The answer was that I wouldn’t. Not unless my best friend had been the reason I’d figured that part of myself out.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I guess…it didn’t seem like it was that important. I’m still gay, and I’m still me.”

He bit his lip and let out a contemplative sigh.

“Does it bother you that I didn’t say anything?” I asked.

He traced a pattern on my chest with his finger. “No. I mean, I think it did at first, but then when I started feeling differently about you, I got it. Your sexuality is yours, and you don’t owe me or anyone else full disclosure.”

“Thank you.” I laced our fingers together, bringing his hand to my lips and kissing his warm skin. “What’s really on your mind?”

“I don’t know who I am. Am I gay? Bi? Pansexual? I considered that maybe I’m demisexual like you because this thing, this connection I have with you…I don’t think I could have it with another man. But then again, I don’t think I could have it with anyone, which just shreds to pieces everything I knew about myself and the fact I was about to marry Victoria and?—”

“Hey,” I interrupted gently, running my free hand over his back. “Sexuality is fluid. You know that, right?”

He nodded, so I continued, “First, you don’t have to figure it all out in one go, and you also don’t need to label yourself. If you feel better without a label, that’s okay. If you need to define yourself with a label, that’s okay too. You can take your time figuring out what that label is.”

“I guess. I wish it were easier.”

“It can be, baby. Are you happy here with me?”

Adam looked up, and his smile reached the depths of my heart. It wrapped around it and made it miss a few beats. “More than I ever could have imagined. I never thought I’d ever be naked in a bed with you and feel like I want to get so close to you that I’m inside your skin.”

I chuckled. “I’m a little concerned now.”

He hooked his leg over mine, and before I had the chance to react, he was on top of me.

“What concerns you? That you and your body seem to make my dick hard now?” he asked, moving against me and makingmydick hard. “Or is it that you find me so irresistible?”

I groaned. “You’re irresistible, all right. And a demon. I have work tomorrow, you know that?”