Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Would Knox like a bowl of Coco Pops mixed with Lucky Charms?
Yes.
But it was clear as day that what he needed to do for both his and Liv’s sake, was to get on Ezra’s good side and gain access to his trove of food. They were broke, homeless, wanted by the cops, and didn’t need to go hungry on top of that.
“I’ll have the porridge,” he said, painfully aware of Liv stroking his chest.
To all the people around them, they were boyfriends, and that only made the morning tumble more confusing. There was fabric separating their skin, but the touch burned, overheating his brain and extinguishing his thoughts before he could have reached any conclusion.
“Me too. I’m still amazed we get to have hot food again,” Liv added, resting his chin on Knox’s head. It came so naturally to him. How? Had he been doing gay stuff behind Knox’s back this whole time? Or worse, had Liv… always been into him? What then?
The possibility of such a betrayal should have disgusted Knox, but instead it made him imagine Liv watching him undress and having all sorts of lusty thoughts about him, without ever alerting Knox to it.
It stirred an odd sensation in his groin, so he closed his thighs, thinking of a way to escape the hot touch without arousing suspicion.
Dex rolled his eyes as cereal in all colors of the rainbow filled his bowl. “You guys are dead inside. Cy?” he asked his red-eyed friend.
“Sorry, Dex, I don’t eat baby food,” Cy said with a straight face.
Knox snorted, glancing at the big guy with motorcycle club patches on his leather vest. One of them said Sergeant-at-arms. But more importantly, was he gay as well?
Dex shook his head. “More for me.”
“So is this some kind of gay breakfast club?” Liv wrapped his arms around Knox’s neck, hugging him from behind as he rested his weight on Knox’s shoulders. They’d often been casually touchy-feely with each other, but never like this. Never in this context. Though now Knox was starting to doubt everything about their relationship. What if Liv had been waiting for an opportunity like this?
“No, this is just a bunch of vultures descending on my home,” Ezra said as he placed the big pot of porridge in the middle of the table, though the corners of his lips twitched as he returned to the counter to fetch some toppings.
Dex stuffed his face and spoke with his mouth full of cereal. “I brought Cyborg, ‘cause my uncle told me one of you fucked-up his arm. Cy used to be a paramedic or something. Either way, he’s good at this stuff, so he’ll take a look at it for you.”
Cy shifted in his seat, leaning on the table as he took in Knox, his artificial eye glinting in the sunlight as if it were a little computer analyzing Knox on a cellular level.
Knox’s body hair bristled when their gazes locked, because he wasn’t sure if this muscular stranger was assessing his injuries or came here to hunt him down like the Terminator. He could be cosplaying as the killer robot without a costume.
“So what happened?” Cy asked as Ezra placed several bowls of fruit, nuts, and even a jar of honey on the table.
Knox took this opportunity to untangle himself from Liv’s embrace because it was as cozy as it was confusing. He took off his sweatshirt and put his arm on the table.
“This guy slashed me open with a machete. You can start eating, Liv, don’t wait for me.”
“Unless you already got enough protein in the morning,” Dex sniggered, eating ever faster. “So good.”
Was this really the same guy from last night? Maybe he had a twin brother? Either way, Knox was not letting his guard down around him just because he had a cute smile.
Was that a gay thought? How would he know? And if he was gay, would all his thoughts be gay because they were his?
Cy shifted closer and tugged on the bandage, revealing the ugly cut on Knox’s forearm. As he leaned in, touching the flesh around the wound with big fingers that somehow burned even hotter than Liv’s, his cologne, spicy and intense, washed over Knox like a magical spell he had no defense against.
What the hell was going on with him today? Maybe what he did with Liv had unlocked something inside him that should have never been opened? Because sure, over the years he’d found many guys attractive. In a normal way. Like, being jealous of their muscles, or impressed by them. He had eyes after all. Like anyone else, he could tell if a guy was handsome.
Just like he could tell that Liv was hot. The hottest dude he knew, in fact.
But it didn’t mean he wanted to bang Liv.
Or did he?
He wasn’t sure anymore, and that terrified him on every possible level, because if he did like dick, what would that mean for him? For them?