But he's old and has a wrinkled forehead He didn't say it, blessedly, but it was the first thing that popped into his mind. "Slows good, right? Gives you both time to figure things out. How you fit." Or not.
"No. I am not showing you that. Ewww. That'd be weird you watching me, like my twin brother or something. Just no." He was surprised by Colin's reaction, or non-reaction. "No, we went to his place. I joke about the back room with him, but I couldn't. Not unless it was with someone I was with for good."
"Thing is, I think I want that Colin. Patrick was wonderful, not just the physical part. He took care of me, made sure I was safe, told me or taught me that I needed to Firecall a friend if I did that so someone would know where I was. And he's the world's best kisser." That was a fact. "But, thing is, when I moved here I thought I could stop being me. The good boy, the perfect prefect, perfect son and all, but I can't. Not that I'm perfect but next time, I want to be with someone who wants to know me, who's willing to take a chance on me, just me, even if it doesn't work. Just want to know it's one person and he's willing to try and know me and me him, inside and outside of bed. So next time, I'll wait."