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“You just called me a rabid poodle.” Jackson grinned. “Yeah, but I’m a dog person.”
This was why Day stayed home. Why he rarely went out or tried to date. He was permanently broken in every way. Too much work for little reward. A dark shadow fell over his mood, chasing away the butterflies Jackson had put in his belly.
He’d never tell a single soul that he had decided, while in line at the grocery store, that mouthy, brazen, beautiful Dayton Daniels was the one for him. He especially would never tell Dayton. Still, if Jackson was a betting man, he’d put money on Dayton being his person.
“Not him. I’ll talk to him. Anybody else. Elite has more leaks than the Titanic. You tell Linc and he’ll tell Wyatt, and then Wyatt and Charlie will somehow weasel their way into Day’s DMs, and my life will become a shit show.” Webster snickered. “I never thought you’d be afraid of the twink and the dink. What do you think they’ll do? Trick you into falling in love with your little shutterbug?”
“Does anybody really have a cat? We’re more like roommates. I found him outside when he was a kitten. His name is Kevin. He’s kind of a dick. I’m almost positive he likes my housekeeper more than he does me.”
“Your cat is huge.” “Don’t fat-shame my roommate. Kevin is his own man. He does as he pleases.”
“You should just carry me everywhere.” “Oh, yeah? That’s how it is, huh?” Jackson asked, kicking the door closed behind them so Kevin didn’t disturb them. “Mm,” was Day’s only reply. “From bossy bottom to pillow princess in three days. That has to be some kind of new record,” Jackson said,
Jackson shook his head, smiling. “You don’t always have to be so prickly, you know.” “My spirit animal is a porcupine,” Day muttered, sounding sleepy.
Jackson looked down at the top of Day’s head. “Was what okay? The sex?” Day craned his head up. “No, my interpretive dance. Yes, the sex. Was it okay?” So prickly. Jackson smiled. “It was perfect. You were perfect.” Day rubbed his face against Jackson’s chest. “I thought I did pretty good, but it’s nice to hear. Everybody likes compliments.” Jackson laughed.
“So, that’s your type?” Webster asked when they were alone. “That twinky ball of rage?”
“Jackson?” Day whispered in the darkness. “Yeah, baby?” “If you break my heart, I don’t think I’ll survive it.” Jackson’s chest tightened at the raw desperation in Day’s words. “Your heart is safe with me, Day. I promise.”
Day managed. “Ouch! I think my brows are plucked enough. I’m going to look like Joan Crawford in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.” “That might be the gayest thing I’ve ever heard somebody say and I’m surrounded by them every day,” Charlie said, delighted. “Do you know how offensive that is?” Wyatt asked, shaking his head. Charlie snorted. “I’m a card carrying family member, boo. I put the B in LGBT, baby.”
“What am I going to do with you?” “I have an alphabetized list,” Day assured him. “We’re at F for frotting.”
“You didn’t even know me then,” Day whispered, then sniffled. “Yeah, I did. I’ve known you my whole life. I just hadn’t found you yet. My gut has never been wrong.”
