Chapter 13

Could he fall for Persimmon? Had he already? Why did he push Persimmon away tonight? And why didn’t he follow through with a round of heavy-duty and mind-blowing sex with the good-looking man? What had gone wrong tonight unlike the other nights in his life when he had drinks with a man and brought him home?

Truth be told, Tate felt unsure of his feelings, lacking confidence to answer his own questions. His mind became a blur after Persimmon left, and it wasn’t due to the whiskey shots following the bookseller’s departure. Those stinging joys went down smoothly, just as he had planned them to. One after the next. Simply.