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Darren
Business was going well, and private life even better.
I actually wanted to talk Amelia first for once, before she asked questions. I told her about the weekend, as vaguely as possible. The sex, as amazing as it had been, wasn't what I really wanted to discuss.
"He said that he loves me."
Her brows were almost at her hairline. "And you love him too?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God." She had a hand over her mouth, but I could tell she was grinning from her cheeks and eyes. "It really is serious, then."
I smirked, fiddling with a pen on my desk. "Are you and Zack still worrying about him breaking my heart?"
"No, it's not that we... Tyler's always had his problems. But I think he's a man with a lot of love to give, he's just never found the right person before. Oh my God, you don't understand how happy this makes me. How happy I am for you. Can I just...?" She came around the desk and squeezed me.
"I suppose I have you to thank for this," I said.
"I never would've thought... Well, I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind. But I didn't think we'd be here now, like this. Oh my God. You're like two halves of my life, and now you've come together. It's like everything's come full circle."
She pulled back with that beaming smile on her face, and her eyes even looked a little watery. I could swear she was more emotional over my relationship than I was.
"I really do think Tyler's in love with you," she said. "You should ask Zack. He says he's never seen him look at someone before, the way he looks at you."
"Everything's been going so well it's almost too good to be true."
"You deserve this. You deserve a break, things going right for once."
"It's not been that bad..."
"Tyler needs this too." She clasped that hand over her mouth again.
"Don't cry on me."
"Why, because you'll start too?"
I chuckled and got to my feet to hug her. She squeezed my ribs so tight I thought one would snap. The office door came open, and Zack peered in with a quizzically cocked brow.
"Is everything all right?"
Amelia released me and spun to him. "They're in love!"
"Yeah?"
"They've admitted it to each other!"
"Nice."
I loved how calm he always was in the face of her bubbling energy. They were storybook perfect. Were Tyler and I so perfect? What did it look like to the outside?
*
Tyler said he would sort the pool, and kept to his word. He emptied it and cleaned out the whole thing with the help of my gardener, Rick. It took them three days.
Rick was in his 50s, and proudly gay. He'd been a good friend to me for years, and had even set me up on dates with his expansive social network. He couldn't believe I'd found this one without his help. He thought he knew every handsome stud in England.
I was letting Tyler in, letting him meet everyone else who meant something to me, letting him into my life. I wasn't just a man who juggled big numbers and talked with people from the military.
He hit it off with Rick, and they cursed and swore at each other with the frustrations of their enormous job. Rick kept wheezing and coughing with laughter nearly every other sentence. Everyone seemed to receive Tyler so well, which was a relief. He was charismatic, and he was funny. His brazen, borderline offensive humour caught everybody off-guard, and they would laugh and gasp, wide-eyed, while wanting more.
I could relate to that sensation.
I don't think he realised the full scale of his effect on people. He liked to make himself the butt of his own jokes far too much.
That pool and patio had never seen much use over the years, but it was amazing to spend summer evenings sitting out there reading, while Tyler enjoyed the fruits of his labour. He was a good swimmer, one of those people who covered lengths with speed and perfect techniques. He looked like he could have been competitive with it when he was younger.
He didn't have to get any more attractive, but he did. He looked so lithe and agile in the water.
"You are the definition of an otter," I said.
He hung on the edge of the pool with his elbows, grinning at me, wet hair sticking to his forehead. "I never really got that."
"What?"
"How gay guys call each other animals. I never understood it."
"You haven't spent much time in the gay community then?"
"Well, no. They never really accepted me."
I frowned, he wiped a hand down his face.
"Being bisexual and that. Never really been accepted anywhere. It was always like, 'you're just gay aren't you, why won't you come out the closet yet?'"
It struck me surprisingly hard. People who might spend their lives being ostracised could be hypocrites and do it to another. I'll admit that I had been somewhat skeptical over whether bisexuals were a legitimate thing or not, too, but this was a layer of realisation I was ashamed I hadn't given thought to earlier. They weren't one or the other. How were they supposed to fit in?
"Do bisexuals have to come out the closet the same? What's it like?"
He shrugged a shoulder and was grinning again, the mischievous lip curl. "I guess we sorta have to stick one leg out, but the other one can stay in."
I chuckled.
"Most people just thought I was a slut, way too willing to fuck anybody and everybody."
"And you weren't?"
"I've always had standards, I just used to drink too much." He kicked off the side to swim another length and back.
I didn't mind the experience he already had with his own body. He might've fucked a hundred other people but I didn't care, because he was mine now. We both had our histories.
He resurfaced with a gasp of breath, holding the side again. "So I'm an otter? What are you? A wolf?"
I shrugged. "I dunno."
"Why not?"
"Ask Rick for his opinion next time you see him. He really likes the labels."
He clambered out, weight straining on his arms as he lifted his body from the buoyancy of the water. He would never stop making my heart do flips. "Rick strikes me as an aged porn star."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You're spot on."
He erupted with that adorable yelping laughter. "Seriously? Jesus Christ! He didn't quit 'cause he got AIDs, did he?"
"No, he's perfectly healthy as far as I know."
He sat between my legs, arms looped over my knees, head resting against my crotch and stomach, soaking my trousers and shirt with his hair. I didn't really care - he looked so content.
"We're having such good weather this summer," he said. And he was right. It was still so warm even with the sun setting.
"Is this a hint that you want time off for a holiday?"
"Nah. Or actually, do you have, like, a holiday home in Cyprus or something? Isn't that a normal rich people thing?"
"No. If I take holidays I like to go to the southern hemisphere during winter."
"Because it's summer there then. I see. Clever."
"I've been to New Zealand a few times. It's beautiful. I'd love to take you."
His head tilted back to look up at me. "I'd like that."
