Chapter 13

He stood, “Your legs are hairy, the one I can see,” and he rambled, like I tended to. “I assume they both are.”

“Matching set. Well, not anymore, I guess. You’re hairy, too.”

“All over,” Finn said.

“I know.”

“You do?”

“It shows…here and there.” I’d gotten a look at his butt when he’d turned around to sit. “These gowns tend to gape in hairy places.”

“Intimate.”

Three times. “Yeah.” Why in hell had I touched his leg?

“Listen to me.” Finn rolled his magical eyes. “Maybe it only feels like that with one of us being gay.”

“Which one of us isn’t gay?” I asked.

“You?”

I shook my head. “Not me.”

“So, you are gay?”

I was confused by the dialogue, too. “I think I am.”

Finn’s smile was as beautiful as his eyes, which grew even more so when the two were combined. He sat again. “Well, this seems completely normal, then, my clothes ripped off of me, ending up who knows where, and me in the sheets with a guy I just met.”