didn’t press the issue. At least he made the effort to lie to me. I only lied when I cared if the person thought badly of me. I lied to Declan all the time. Not much to anyone else because I didn’t usually give a damn what opinion people had of me.
“Come on, hold on to me.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I clung to him and tried to put one foot in front of the other to keep up with him. He slowed down.
“It’d probably be easier for you to carry me like you did to the bathroom after you ruined my ass,” I said matter-of-factly.
“You want me to carry you out of here before everyone?”
I glared at him. He sounded like he was laughing at me. “Yeah, probab-ab-ab.” I stopped, frowning as my tongue tied up with the word. “Probabbably not a good idea.”
August chuckled softly in my ear. “You’re so drunk.”
I simply grunted but didn’t respond. Once we stepped outside, the cool air was like a slap in the face. I burrowed into August’s side, hiding my face into his neck. I probably shouldn’t be this needy right now, but I couldn’t help it.
It had hurt seeing him with someone else. He was supposed to be mine only.
“Goddammit, Charles, why did you drink so much?”
When I didn’t respond, he propped me up against the side of the building and wedged his knee between my parted legs. Was that moan coming from me? God, I was such a slut for him.
“Tell me, or I’ll leave you here and go home to my warm and cozy bed.”
I didn’t believe him one bit. There was no way in hell he’d leave me here, and I was confident enough about that.
I leaned my head back against the building and looked up from his face to the night sky. Because of him, I’d even missed my stargazing.
If only I were as confident about what this thing was between us. It pulsed like it had a life of its own, indestructible, even when I tried to cut it from my life.
“Do you think Miranda is up there watching me?” I frowned at the thought.
“Maybe. Would that bother you?”
“I don’t know if she’d want me to be so into another man.”
August’s fingertips trailed down the side of my face, and I stared at him. He looked way too serious for someone propping up a drunkard against a building. This should be so hot, but I’d rendered myself impotent by the large amount of alcohol I’d consumed.
Was it possible to have an erection in my heart? Because I could swear it was there, but I couldn’t feel it in my pants. God, August had given me my first heart erection.
“Would she have had a problem with Declan being gay?”
“God, no. She was the most understanding woman ever.”
“Then I don’t think she would care. She’d just want you to be happy.”
I closed my eyes and allowed my head to thud back against the wall. “I’m not sure I deserve to be happy.”
“I wish I could show you how wrong you are, but you won’t let me.”
His lips pressed to my eyelids, one by one. Then he pulled me forward into his chest. I wrapped an arm around his neck and clung to him. Not because I was drunk but because I was confused and even a bit scared. Though I would never let that secret out.
“I didn’t like seeing you with that person,” I said slowly. “I know this is wrong, but I want you all to myself.”
August let out a loud groan. “Let’s have this conversation when you’re sober, Charles.”
I grabbed hold of the front of his shirt. “My dick probably won’t work tonight. I think I only have a heart erection.”
“A heart erection?” August laughed, and I frowned at him.
“It’s not a thing? I thought it could be.” I planted my lips on the side of his neck. “I don’t care. I still want you to fuck me. I can’t stop thinking about the way you make me feel. Sir.”
August inhaled sharply, and his burgeoning erection nudged against my belly.
“Come on. I need to get you home. I’m not going to fuck you when you’re drunk. When you’re sober, call me, and we’ll talk about how to do this.”
I sulked all the way to his shitty piece of a car. He buckled me in, and I leaned hard against the headrest. I was so woozy.
“They really are just a friend, Charles,” he said