I was about to get out, but his forlorn look stopped me in my tracks. Was he that worried?

“Fine. Next weekend. Can you sneak me back into your room?”

The corner of Asher’s lip turned up. “You act like I’m an amateur. Do you know how many girls I’ve had up there?”

“They don’t make numbers that go that high.”

He smacked my shoulder, but he was laughing and looked a fraction less freaked out.

“I think you did fine today. I’m being honest, but if you want to practice more, we’ll practice.”

“I need you to coach me through it. You know what gay guys do in bed. I don’t.”

“Same thing that straight people do in bed, just different mechanics. Sex is sex, dude. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man and a woman, two men, or two women.”

He shied away from my attention, looking embarrassed.

Right. Why did this feel weirder than it already was? “All right. Fine. Sure. I can … go over the basics. Would that help?”

“I think so.”

“Next weekend.”

“Thank you.”

I got out of the car and watched Asher drive away. A quivering something I couldn’t describe grew in my belly. Nerves? Anticipation? Confusion? It was too bizarre to focus on, so I ignored it.

Asher wanted to practice. Jay confirmed it was a good idea as well. Then why did it feel like we were wading into deeper water than before?

I knew Asher like I knew my own reflection. Something was off with him, and it was more than his uncertainty about getting this right. There was a cryptic explanation in there, but I couldn’t decipher what he wasn’t saying.

Maybe I’d pushed him too far. Asher was competitive by nature and might never admit when he’d gone outside his comfort zone.

Sighing, I went around to the back entrance and slipped inside, heading down into the basement before anyone saw me. I needed a cold shower and to forget about all the lines Asher and I had crossed today.

Naked, while frowning in the mirror at the hickey my brother had sucked to life on my neck, my phone pinged.

I dug it from the pocket of my discarded jeans. It was a text from Jay.

Jay: Hey, gorgeous. Stole your number off the contact form. Hope that’s ok. Dean would really like to meet you. Care to join us for dinner tonight?

I read his message twice. My fingers twitched to answer. I put my phone down then picked it up right away. The offer was enticing. Like I’d told Asher, I’d never experienced a threesome, and who didn’t want to try that at least once in their life?