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)
“You know, this whole gay thing is a bit new to me. I feel like there’s something you’re trying to say, but I’m not sure what that is.”
Shane gave him a quizzical glance as he scooted to pet his dog’s muzzle. It made Liv wonder if he baby-talked to Cerberus when they were alone, because tough guy Shane would probably not want to be seen doing that.
“Okay… I was suggesting you top?”
This term Liv was familiar with. “Well, yeah. I just don’t know much of the terminology, since me and Knox, we… have known each other forever but only gotten together recently.”
“Young love. How cute,” Shane said as if he were at least a hundred, not somewhere in his thirties. “Breaks so easily. Then again, give him a good dicking, and he’ll stick around. Can’t really put your face on Grindr when you’re a fugitive.”
That was… unnecessarily hostile. Not to mention that Liv hadn’t managed to exchange words with Knox since their hot dry humping sesh, so everything about this hung in the air, evading his grasp. “Is that how you keep your boyfriend in a place with dead bodies planted everywhere around him? Dating guys sounds way easier than dating girls,” Liv said, not even attempting to remove doubt from his voice.
Shane threw the ball again and shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Never had any interest in girls. As for my boyfriend, yeah, it can be quite effective.” He gave Liv a cocky wink, yet it didn’t feel genuine. Maybe gay guys liked to talk big just as much as any other dude.
“Thought so. I bet this newly improved car will get him in the mood,” Liv said, placing the tools back in the box and wiping his hands on a rag. “A cover was loose. It shouldn’t make any unnecessary noise anymore. Just the sweet rumble of the engine that we know and love.”
If only working out Knox were this easy. Liv used to think he knew Knox inside out. His moods and sense of humor. What he liked to eat, and what pills he needed to take. But now it seemed he’d been missing vital pieces of information.
“Thanks. I think we deserve a beer,” Shane said as if he’d done anything, but in fairness, it was a nice gesture on his part. Especially since the day was coming to an end, and Liv deserved some rest.
As soon as Shane turned to get beers from his home, Liv leaned against the hood of the car and checked his phone. He and Knox had exchanged a few messages throughout the day, but it was their typical shit about being tired. Or that Frank got a fancy packed lunch. Or that Liv’s T-shirt had gotten so dirty he had to get another one, and his new one was some vintage Harvard college top. Or that Knox wished they had a TV, because he didn’t want to die without knowing how Narcos ended. An hour later he’d sent Liv a photo of several broken TVs in a pile of junk with the annotation: RIP.
So he wasn’t ignoring Liv.
He just didn’t say that he couldn’t wait for Liv to come on his abs again. He was acting as if it hadn’t happened, even though he’d been just as aroused as Liv had.
The newest message from Knox said:
[You wanna go to that biker party tonight?]
Another excuse to be around other people. Liv might not be a brainiac, but he saw Knox’s attempts at avoiding him for what they were, and it was starting to grate at his confidence. If Knox wasn’t happy about what they’d done, then he should fucking be a man about it and say so rather than dance around the subject and flee any opportunity they might have at talking in private.
So no, Liv did not want to go to the party.
[Too tired. We should have an early night. Found out some stuff and want to share,] he said, hoping that would be enough of an incentive to lure Knox home.
But he wasn’t sure how he’d feel if Knox told him he didn’t want to experiment anymore. Especially when they slept together in a single bed and had acted touchy-feely in front of the other guys. It wasn’t like they could suddenly stop.
Liv stared at the screen but seeing the word typing… linger for a while only to disappear was making his hair bristle. He’d never been with a woman who could get him into this state of anticipation. He’d always been chill, charming, didn’t give a fuck, and found hooking up with new women easy, especially since there were plenty of ladies who were up for an affair or a one-night-stand and didn’t want to overcomplicate things.
But this fucked up situation with Knox? Even the stakes of leaving behind a dead body in California felt less pressing.