Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(42)

I lift my arm and wrap it around Talon’s muscular body as he snuggles into my chest. “Comfortable?” I ask.

“Actually? This kinda feels weird.”

I laugh.

“How do girls sleep like this?” Talon moves his head around, trying to get settled in the nook of my shoulder, which makes me laugh even more.

“Hate to say it, but there are plenty of guys who like it too.”

Talon stiffens but covers it up by shifting as if he’s still uncomfortable. “Do you like it?”

“Wouldn’t know. The guys I’ve been with haven’t exactly seen me as the little spoon.”

“That’s because you’re a giant. Let’s switch.”

Before I can make a That sounds promising joke, we change positions so Talon’s on his back, and I’m curled into his side.

Talon’s strong arms around me feel better than I expected, and I don’t know why I’ve never been the one to be cuddled before. My guess is my large frame probably looks weird and doesn’t fit gender norms. Hey, sometimes big guys need hugs too.

I want to sink into Talon’s warmth and burrow under it.

“Can I ask you something?” Talon’s small voice doesn’t fill me with confidence that I’m going to like his question.

“Okay.”

“How many guys was it? In college.”

My mouth dries. “Why do you want to know?”

“I understand why you never said anything back then, but I kinda hate that we never got the chance to figure this out together. I’m alone in this, and you’re treating me with kid gloves.”

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol talking or if it’s lowered Talon’s inhibitions and filter.

Oh, who am I kidding, Talon has no filter.

“I don’t want to fuck this up,” I whisper. My head stays on Talon’s chest, because I refuse to lift it and look at him.

“So tell me. About the guys.”

I sigh. “There’s not much to tell.” I don’t want to tell him that the first time I’d been with another guy, it had been because I hung outside the LGBTQ student support center until I found a forward femme guy to take home. I knew he’d be discreet, because one of the first things out of his mouth was “I can be discreet.” I think he knew what I was waiting for. Hell, I dunno, maybe a lot of bi-curious guys did the same thing and he was used to it. Or maybe I was just obvious.

“Did you … you know …”

I snort. “No, I don’t know. Did I what? Have a relationship with any of them? No. Hook up with them more than once? Only one guy. I don’t know what you’re asking, Talon.”

“Did you have sex with any of them?”

“Define sex.”

“You’re impossible.”

I know what Talon’s asking—society’s definition of sex which includes penetration—but I don’t want to get into it. I don’t see the point of him knowing. But this is Talon, and I never seem to be able to deny him anything. “I’ve never bottomed, but I’ve topped before.”

“Does that mean you’re a top?” Talon’s voice is getting sleepy now, so I continue to humor him.

“No, it means I didn’t trust any of those guys or have the guts to ask for what I wanted. I’d let you top me. Every time I was with another guy, I thought of you.”

“Mmm, I thought of you too.”

“When you were with guys?” I quip.

“Funny. But no. When I was with girls, I always thought of how much fun it’d be if you were there with us.”

“You never had another guy in your bed?” I’m not sure if I want to know the answer.

“Like you, I didn’t trust anyone enough. One girlfriend—the one my family refers to as The Model—”

“Moxie Burgen?”

“Ah. Saw that in the news then, huh?”

It’s one of the only few times I’ve heard bashfulness come out of Talon’s mouth.

“You were being pegged as the next Tom and Giselle. Automatically hated her.”

Talon chuckles.

“So, what’s her deal? Your family not like her?”

“What do you think? They teased me mercilessly about her because of the Tom and Giselle power couple thing.”

I’m doing a sucky job of hiding my jealousy, but just in case Talon hasn’t caught on yet, I keep going. “What kind of name is Moxie, anyway?”

“A fake one. Her real name … are you ready for it? Plain ol’ Melanie.”

I mock gasp. “Scandalous.”

“But yeah, I brought up the subject of threesomes with her once. She thought I was asking for a three-way with another girl. When I said it could be another guy if she wanted, she became confused.”

I have to try really hard to keep from laughing. “What, she wasn’t smart enough to know what goes where?”

“Not at all. She’s actually insanely smart. Very business oriented, almost to the point of boring. She was confused as to why I’d want to jeopardize our careers like that.”

“Huh.” Score one for the supermodel. “Can’t say she didn’t have a point.”

“I know, I know. Heard it all before. We didn’t last long after that. And she’s the only person I was close enough with to ask, but come to think of it, I don’t even think I liked being with her. Nothing against her—she’s a great girl. Just … not my type, I guess. I was with her because it was the thing to do. Star quarterback with the Victoria’s Secret model.”