22. And Then He Left!

Chapter twenty-two

And Then He Left!

Sawyer

“And then he left with barely a goodbye,” I complained to Hector as I finished telling him about my date yesterday.

I flopped over dramatically to hang my head off the front of the couch, hands trailing on the ground.

Hector sat on the love seat opposite, petting my cat as she purred in his lap. Traitor. “It sounds like a good date to me. And he said yes to lunch tomorrow. He was probably just worried that his dog was upsetting you.”

“I would have said if she was.” I groaned.

“Would you have? Or was your dick calling the shots?” Hector countered.

I winced as I remembered how I’d reacted to Bubblegum’s yapping last night. I held up a hand with my thumb and forefinger a tiny bit apart. “Okay, maybe there was the slightest chance that my dick was thinking for me last night.”

“Slightest?” A pillow hit me in the face, and Hector laughed. I tossed it onto the couch next to me instead of throwing it back because I didn’t want to risk hitting my kitty.

“Is he a top?” Hector asked.

“What?” I slithered off the couch and landed on my side on the floor. “Why are you asking me that?”

“You are very much a bottom,” Hector declared, throwing another pillow at me. I swatted it out of the air and scowled at him. “You said he left when things started to get hot and heavy, right? Maybe he worried you weren’t compatible since he doesn’t have a dick.”

“I can top, too,” I countered, pacing around my living room as I ran a hand through my hair. I regretted telling Hector Neil’s secret. I hoped Neil would forgive me…

Hector just laughed at that. “You keep telling yourself that, dude.”

“I will.” I stopped and stuck my tongue out at him, but it did get me thinking. Could Neil top me? I supposed he could always use a strap-on if he hadn’t had surgery. Shit, even the idea had me getting hard, and I turned, subtly readjusting myself.

But Hector did have a valid point, even if he was wrong about the reasons. I tapped out a quick note to myself on my phone to ask Neil about it. I thought about texting him, but that might be an odd thing to send out of the blue.

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