Helping Hand (Housemates, #1)

by Jay Northcote

Mac was kissing Jez like he owned him, and apparently Jez was a total sucker for that.

“Labels can be restrictive. Sometimes you need to stop thinking about gender and sexuality and focus on the person. If you care about them, if you feel good when you’re with them, if you’re hot for them… then what does any of the rest of it matter?”

“What do you want, Mac?” “You.”

“Wanna go back down to the party?” Mac asked. The deep bass of the music was still vibrating through the floor. It would probably go on for hours. “Nope. I want you all to myself.”

“Jez… I think I’m in love with you.” Jez’s heart surged, but he kept his tone light. “You think? How about you get back to me when you’re sure.” “Fuck off,” Mac huffed. “I’ve never felt like this before, so it’s confusing, okay? But yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“Mac.” Jez finally cut him off, lifting his head so he could see Mac’s face. “I’ve been in love with you for weeks, you idiot. I’m glad we’re finally on the same page.”