Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“When did you realize you were bi?” Dayne asked him.
“Over twenty years ago, when I was in college.” Heath chuckled. “Sometimes copious amounts of alcohol brings out most unexpected results. I was at a party over at a friend’s apartment and a guy cornered me, daring me to kiss him. As someone who likes a challenge, I took him up on that dare and what started as a quick, dry kiss turned into a full-blown make-out session with tongues involved. He was shocked at my enthusiasm since he hadn’t been expecting me to react the way I did. Honestly, I didn’t either.”
Dayne’s eyebrows rose. “It didn’t go any further than that?”
Heath scraped a hand down his beard as he relived the memory. “Not that night. I was pretty intoxicated and wanted to wait until I was sober enough to analyze what happened and how I felt about it. But when I wanted to seek him out the next morning and kiss him again, I figured that was a pretty good sign I wasn’t one-hundred-percent straight. My eyes were definitely opened that day and I’m glad they were. I didn’t realize until then that I had been repressing a major part of who I was.”
“How about you, Dayne? When did you figure out you were pan? Or even bi?”
“I was like this ever since I can remember. But Fisher Falls, while close knit, isn’t the most accepting community. Since it’s rural, this area is also like living in a bubble. A lot of people never leave and aren’t exposed to anyone different from them. A lot of residents here are automatically against anything they don’t understand. Worse, they don’t even want to make an effort to understand. So when I was younger, to be safe, I kept my thoughts about boys to myself. Now that I’ve returned and am older, I really don’t care what anyone thinks of me. If they don’t want to accept me, that’s their problem, not mine.”
“But when did you actually come out?”
Dayne shrugged. “After I left Fisher Falls. However, I kept it from my parents since I wasn’t sure how they’d deal with it. Then recently I saw how my mother acted when she found out about my brother being the same way.”
Again, that made Heath curious about the possibility of twins leaning the same direction with their sexuality.
“Your mother was okay with it?” Cara asked.
“She didn’t even blink.”
Heath couldn’t miss the relief in his voice. “That’s great,” he murmured, wishing his parents had had the same reaction.
Cara’s head tipped to the side. “But your father had passed already, right?”
“Yes. But my parents thought a lot alike so my hope is he would’ve reacted the same. I mean, it’s possible since they were both ‘live and let live’ type of people. I think that’s part of what made our childhood so great.” Dayne turned his eyes back to Heath. “How about yours?”
“Mine…” Heath took a gulp of his wine and sighed. “They’re pretty conservative and, to this day, believe a person’s sexual attraction is a choice. Was kissing my first guy a choice? Sure. Was how I reacted to it one? No. Maybe that’s why when I met my ex-wife, I proposed to her. To smooth things over between me and my family.” Deep down, the “son” hoped that seeing him married to a woman would make his parents forget he was bi. In reality, as a mature man, he should’ve known better.
“Did it work?”
“Well, since the marriage turned into a complete failure after she found out I was bi, I’d say no.”
“You didn’t tell her before?”
“I didn’t think I had to share my past relationships or sexual history as long as I was faithful to her.”
Apparently, he’d been mistaken.
Dayne huffed, “If I had to divulge all of my past sexual history, I might as well write a book and just hand it over.”
“It sounds like it would be a tome,” Cara teased. “Or saga.”
Dayne winked at her. “One that would make you blush more than those erotic romances you read.”
That comment made Heath believe that Dayne was kinkier than what he’d seen so far. The resort owner was probably holding back, most likely due to Cara’s inexperience.
Neither wanted to overwhelm her. They didn’t want to abruptly shove her into this lifestyle, but instead, give her encouragement and gentle nudges. She would either enjoy it and continue on that path, or put on the brakes and find an alternate path she’d be more comfortable with.
They needed to consider her like a rose bud. With a little time and attention, she would eventually bloom into everything she was ever meant to be when it came to sex and intimacy. As long as Cara didn’t wake up from her nap and decide she made a mistake by agreeing to come to his cabin tonight. For her, being with two men might be too much, too soon.