“And I’m pretty sure I want him, not just cock.” It was impossible to deny it after he’d spent the last few hours thinking about Nick’s mouth on his. Tyler bit the inside of his cheek, averting his gaze. “Chickened out at the last minute.” Not to mention that he hadn’t been attracted to Greg in the least all he had wanted was to get fucked and he couldn’t even manage that. Tyler couldn’t stop the instinctive grimace at the thought of gay sex with some other guy. “Maybe you should try sleeping with another man? It could help you figure out whether you want that particular bloke or just the sex.” Zoe made a thoughtful sound, her dark eyes a little curious.
“But now I think about him all the bloody time.”
It was supposed to be meaningless buddy-fucking-it was about getting me off-I was never supposed to want him! I don’t know how it happened.” Tyler deflated, his face becoming hot. “I just…” Tyler raked a hand through his hair. He kind of wanted to talk to someone, to figure out what the hell was going on, and he could hardly talk to his best friend about this. When she didn’t say anything else, Tyler hesitated. He expected her to call him on it, but Zoe just gave him a long, understanding look.
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