Chapter 47

Frank stopped washing, even as the water was already getting colder and colder. “You can tell me. It’ll turn me on to hear about it…since I’ve never been able to. Tell me all about the men you’ve…Tell me about the guys you’ve…fucked.”

“One guy. Now s-stop t-talking.”

Frank shivered, not because of the temperature of the spray from the nozzle. “Did he have a big one? As big as yours? What…what was his name?”

Liam turned his back. He put a hand to his forehead. Was he angry or thinking? Frank’s nagging doubts would always be a third party in their relationship, a terribly disappointing ménage a trois

“I told you about my first kiss,” Frank said. “Who did you share yours with?”

“You, Fank.”

“Aww. But you had sex before.” Frank put on his very best teasing tone, even though he felt more like crying.

“W-with D…DJ.”

“DJ. Was he…handsome?” Frank asked softly, his chest tight, his marred jaw clenched, his heart—or brain, or whatever—suddenly jealous.