“When did you realise? Do you remember?”
Gus shook his head. “Not really. I remember you leaving, and hating myself for driving you away. Next thing I know I was in here and Mia was bollocking me for scaring her, so...”
“Yeah, you definitely drew the short straw there. I woke up to Luke, and he’s quiet at the best of times.”
“He wasn’t quiet when he was boinking my sister in my kitchen.”
I cringed. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really. If this—” he gestured between us “—is real life and not my imagination having a rave, I’m kind of looking forward to getting my own back.”
“You want to fuck me in Luke’s kitchen?”
Gus laughed for real this time, and something shifted back to the brief moment in time when life had been easy. When we’d had nothing on our minds but each other. “Maybe not literally, but I want you, Billy. For real, and for a long time. Is that okay with you?”
We were talking about far more than sex. But I was sold on both counts. I pressed my forehead to his and lost myself in his molten gaze. “It’s okay with me.”