Chapter 13

I half expected him to ask if he could hold my hand, gently swinging it to and fro in the chilly wind, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed a gentleman, keeping our relationship professional, in line, and without crossing a questionable area between an employer and employee.

What I liked about Jax: he always got to his point, without any him-hawing around.

“You like men over women, correct?”

I chuckled. “A few men would tell you that.”

He laughed. “Good answer. I’m sure you know I also like men, not that it defines me.”

“When did you know you were gay?” I asked him.

“I think I was about twelve. I was watching some soap opera with my mom and a guy in a swimsuit and nothing else caught my eye. He was blond with blues eyes, just like you. I couldn’t understand why he caused my dick to become hard, and…the rest is history. When did you know?”