A Stealthy Situation (Franklin U 2, #2)

by Saxon James

And I don’t mean perfect as in “wah wah he’s so good, and everyone loves him, and I have a complex” perfect. I mean identical perfect.

All it takes is one of us to open our mouths though. Emmett is sweet. Almost naïve. I’m much more like our brother Asher eat-shit-and-die Dalton.

So often, the human race is given a choice. Too often, it chooses wrong.

He inputs a note in the margin of the document he’s typing in, and bingo. Harrison Dunn. Ah. Dunn and Dalton. I ship it.

Felix tugs me down to reach my ear. “It’s my duty to inform you that your new friend is a total ten, and all your straightness is going to waste.”

I hate the saying that homophobes are all closeted because it’s like people are excusing them. Giving them a reason. No, some people are just dicks.

Balances me out in the streets, matches my passion in the sheets. I’m in so much fucking trouble. I kiss him harder anyway.

Harrison takes my hand and grabs his bag, leading me into the greenhouse. I hate holding hands. I don’t know why we’re even doing it, but it doesn’t occur to me once to let go.

“You’re so stabby and cute. Not going to lie, jealous Benny is a real turn-on.” “Good, because I’m not used to dating, so I get the feeling he’s going to come out a lot.”

“Baby, that’s not a threat with me.” “Baby, huh?” He looks ready to roll his eyes. “The shit I say when I’m horny will not be held against me, got it? And you make me so—” He kisses my balls. “So—” The crease of my groin next. “Horny.”

“You are who I signed up for. All of you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Harrison is so damn incredible he makes me sick sometimes. Insults as a love language? Marry me already.