Chapter 8

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” I said. When Judah turned around, I leaned my left arm against the wall and shoved my hands into my pockets to hide my nerves. The disbelief on his face spurred me to add to my confession. “All right, I’ve never done this.”

“But you said you had a boyfriend.”

“I did.” Then I realized what he thought I meant. Fuck, he thought I was just curious or confused. It was so far from the truth, I wanted to laugh. “I mean, going home with someone. Like this. I usually just stick to hook-ups at the bar.”

His features smoothed. “You never even went home with your ex?”

“No.” Because that would’ve meant coming out of the closet and admitting Dixon was more than my tutor. We’d always met at the library, then snuck off together, or arranged for “accidental” run-ins in places we could get lost amongst the masses. There were plenty of places to hang out without being seen. Until we were. “I’m flying blind here on what the etiquette is.”