Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I’d gotten the urge to fuck Adam about a thousand times since I’d started watching his videos, but now I was getting the urge to pull him into a hug all over again.
Maybe a hug and a kiss. But still.
There was a growing sense of protection I was starting to feel for Adam. He’d clearly been hurt before, more than once, and no matter how old and “silly” those wounds might feel to him, I knew they were real.
“Chase,” Adam said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Could I ask where your restroom is?”
I let out a breath, releasing whatever tension had been building in me. “Of course. I should have shown you earlier. It’s right through here.”
I walked him back through the living room toward the short hall that led to the bathroom door.
“Thank you. Be right out,” he said, “Then we can talk about anything. I promise.”
I headed back to the balcony and silently hyped myself up as I waited.
I tossed back half of my beer, trying to think of how I could put my confession into words.
I know who you are. Way too action-movie confrontational.
I’ve been private messaging you and following your videos for months. Too intimidating.
You’re Adam Dix, and I’m a huge fan. Your number one fan, I think. Maybe?
I’d flirted with celebrities, international diplomats, and multi-millionaires in the past, and none of them had made me even the slightest bit nervous. I’d told people deep, dark secrets. I’d gone skydiving not once but twice.
I knew I could tell Adam when he got back. I just had to make myself say it.
When I heard his footsteps heading back out toward the balcony, my heart rate skyrocketed all over again. I took a deep breath, turning to face him.
I saw that he was holding something in his hands, and at first I was confused. It was a small bottle, but it wasn’t beer.
“What’s that?” I asked, realizing that the look on his face was like he’d just seen a ghost.
He took a few steps further, holding it out to me.
“Chase…”
“Oh, God,” I said as I realized what it was. He was holding my hair dye bottle, which I had left out on the bathroom counter. I’d just re-dyed the blue streak in my hair last night.
And along the front, the name of the dye was written in bold lettering.
Chilly Icy Blue.
I locked eyes with Adam, and in that instant, I knew that he already knew who I was. I’d taken the username from the hair dye long ago.
I froze in place, my mind running wild.
“I was going to tell you,” I said, standing up. “Adam, that’s why I invited you over tonight.”
“Holy shit,” he said. “So… so it’s not a coincidence?”
I swallowed. “It’s not.”
Adam set down the hair dye bottle on the small balcony table and he walked out, leaning on the railing. He looked down at the street, his eyes wide and vacant.
“How? Oh, God, that means—that means you’ve seen it all,” he said. He reached behind him to his beer bottle, taking it and chugging the rest of it in one go. “I need another beer. Fuck me.”
He beelined inside, grabbing another beer from the fridge and then coming back to the balcony, looking me dead in the eye.
“You can’t tell a soul. You haven’t told people, have you?”
“No one,” I assured him. “No one but me knows, or will ever know, if that’s how you want to keep it.”
“I feel like I’m going to die,” Adam said. “If I pass out and keel over, tell my family I loved them. Oh God.”
I scratched the back of my neck. It was like a mountain of relief had hit me at the same time as an avalanche of a whole new type of guilt.
I’d been so focused on how I was going to admit my secret to him that I never considered what I would have to talk about after telling Adam I knew who he was.
“You certainly have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I offered. I could finally be myself again—no filter, saying exactly what I thought. “Your cock is fucking perfect. Your body is perfect. Your videos are incredible—”
“Oh, God,” he repeated, sitting down in his chair and chugging more beer. His cheeks flared pink, and he ran his fingers through his hair. “Do you have anything stronger than beer?”
I nodded.
I didn’t know how I was going to make this right, but I was determined to do it.
By the end of tonight, I wanted Adam to feel good about this. To know how much his videos had meant to me, even if it was just for some top-tier jerk-off material.
“How do you feel about watermelon?”
10
ADAM
I tossed back my second shot of watermelon vodka, welcoming the burn of the liquid as it slid down my throat. I set the little glass down on the table in between my chair and Chase’s, feeling the heat of the liquor settling in my blood.