Strut (Style, #2)

by Jay Hogan

“Do you even know how ridiculous that sounds? First off, when we met, you gave zero indication you were remotely into me, so why would I expect anything more. And second, like I’m gonna demand boyfriend rights or something, just because you got off on my leg and made me come?” I arched a brow. “You’re not that irresistible, Hunter, no matter what you think.” He winced. “Touché.” I narrowed my gaze. “Damn right. Because what really happened, pushing aside all your bullshit, was that you yellow-bellied it out of there because of your feelings, not mine. You were scared you might want something more from me, not the other way around. And so you behaved like a total jerk and left me wondering what I’d done wrong for a whole fucking year.” I’d clearly hit pay dirt and his silence spoke volumes. I didn’t know whether to feel smug or furious, so I settled on both. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I was a coward, and then I doubled down on that by not coming to you after and owning it. I shouldn’t have left you hanging, especially since we were still working together. I’m sorry. I was an arsehole and an idiot.”