Damn. Maybe I’m just destined to never be in a normal relationship with anyone.

The brief moment of surprise and awkwardness fades away, and we let it. We resume our plans to make dinner and watch a movie. But when I yawn and tell him I should head home, he puts his hand on my arm to stop me.

“Can we talk before you go?” he asks.

“Sure.”

He takes a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you…I’ve just been waiting for the right time. But now that you know…yeah, I like guys. And women.”

I’m not going to let this screw up my friendship with him. I need supportive people in my life, and he’s been at the top of the list since we ran into each other.

“Josh… it doesn’t matter to me who or what you like. You’re my friend, I want you to be happy. My head is messed up, too. You know that.”

“I know. And for the record, I think it sucks, because you deserve to be happy, and not be in love with some ghost of a guy.”

I ignore his comment.

“So, the breakup you told me about? The one that messed you up? Was it a guy?”

He nods solemnly. “Yeah, it was. He’s the first guy—the only guy—I’ve ever dated or been with. And you’re still the only woman I’ve ever seriously dated.”

“And I thought you were just a nice guy taking it slow with me because I was a virgin,” I tease.

“Whoa… don’t even think what you’re thinking, Piper. I didn’t not have sex with you because I wasn’t attracted to you. I was. You’re beautiful. I just didn’t want to lead you on when my head was so fucked up. I wasn’t going to let your first time be with a guy who wasn’t a hundred percent committed to you in every way.”

“Thanks.” Visions of my first time flash before my eyes. The hair pulling, damp stone against my face, the rip and tear of clothes and flesh, the endless biting and sucking. Blood and cum on my lips. Those smoldering blue eyes….

I cross my legs to quell the tingling in my thighs. Any time I think of the intimate moments I shared with Blue my body becomes his again. My heart races. My legs wobble. I’ll involuntarily lick my lips, waiting for his. Sometimes I swear I can smell the scent of smoke breaking through the barrier of my memories.

I miss him and how he made me feel so wanted. So loved. So alive.

I miss our little secluded bubble of love.

I miss him.

“Anyway, here’s the thing. I’ve been thinking…”

I blink and nod, forcing my brain back to now. “Uh oh….”

“Just listen, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I like hanging out with you. I love Lyric. I think you guys should move in with me. I’ll help you with Lyric, you won’t have to drop her off at your mother’s every time you want to do something, I can take Acorn jogging with me, we can just… I don’t know. Be there for each other. Kinda co-life together, until we figure shit out.”

This is not at all what I was expecting. “Um, what?”

“I have this beautiful house. I have four bedrooms. Three of them are empty, I don’t even have furniture in them. I’ve got this huge backyard. I spent so much time and money on this house, and I don’t want to give it up, but it’s driving me nuts that it’s so… empty.”

I blink at him and he grins.

“Your place is cute, but it’s small. You work on a snack table in your living room most of the time. You guys would have so much room here. I’ll charge you the same rent you’re paying now. We can share the kitchen. You buy your food, I’ll buy mine. I’ve got a living room and a den so we can either hang out together, or separate, whatever you want. There’s more than enough room for us to not be on top of each other.”

He’s right, this house is huge. It has rooms I haven’t even seen. One of the bathrooms is almost as big as my bedroom in my apartment, and the other three are damn near close.

“Are you serious? You want us to live with you?”

“I’m dead serious.”

“You didn’t forget the cat, right? He has to come, too.”

“I love Archie. Look at all the windows he’ll have.”

“I don’t know, Josh. It’s awfully tempting….” It is. We’re slowly growing out of my current apartment, but everything I’ve looked at in nice neighborhoods, that’s close to both my office and my parents’ house, is almost double the cost.

“I do have one requirement, though,” he says.

I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow. “I knew there had to be a catch.”

“You have to be my date for public functions and when I visit my family, and when they come here. I promise not to grope you. Just hold my hand and smile and pretend we’re dating. That’s it. No other strings, we’re roommates. No expectations, no lies, no hidden agendas.”