For Real (Spires, #3)

by Alexis Hall

If it walks, talks, and quacks like a boyfriend, it’s a boyfriend, right?

I rub my cheek against his inner thigh. I wish I had scent glands like a cat because then I’d own him, wherever I touched him, and all the other cats would know he was mine. Maybe I need to get a signature cologne or something.

I’m really glad I don’t have to faff with a condom. It’s one more thing to go wrong. I tried to put one on backwards once. It rolled about halfway, so I thought it was fine, and then it went all weird and started squeezing my dick off like a latex bear trap. And I didn’t know what to do, because once you’ve put a condom on wrong, it’s hard to keep selling the idea that sex with you is going to be fab.

“I want to give him everything, and the things I can’t give, I want him to take.”

Laurie isn’t saying anything. I try to catch his eye, and when I do, he mouths, Who are you? at me. I mouth back, Yours.

“You’re not a loser, Toby. You’re just lost. And it’s okay to be lost.”