A Single Soul by L. A. Witt

Author:L. A. Witt
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64230-176-2
Publisher: GallagherWitt

Chapter 9

Cory

When we’d first arrived at this particular store, I’d so wanted to offer to come into the dressing room with Matt. I mean, a boy could dream, right? About things like changing clothes turning into taking off clothes and then… Well. I didn’t want to be banned from this store for life, but a dressing room hookup with Matt would be totally worth it.

Now that we’d been here for over an hour, I was grateful for the door between us, not to mention the arguing and bickering on the other side. I needed a minute, damn it.

Leaning back in the chair, I closed my eyes and took some slow, deep breaths as I tried to will my pulse back down to something safe. Didn’t matter that he was in a dressing room—I had not been ready for that man to step out without a shirt on.

Get a grip, I ordered myself. It isn’t like you’ve never seen him shirtless before.

That was true. I’d almost fallen off a treadmill or dropped a dumbbell on my foot on more than one occasion when he’d taken off his shirt at the gym. When he’d been helping our landlord fix the tiles on the stairs last summer, I was lucky I hadn’t gone ass over teakettle down said stairs. And when we went kayaking… Lord.

So I was used to losing my mind when Matt lost his shirt. I just hadn’t been expecting it today. As it was, I’d already been climbing the walls with frustration over why we were here and what we were doing. I could gaslight myself into believing the end goal today was to break the spell so Andras and Raziel left, but that never lasted long. Not when the end meant means that were seriously tough for me to stomach.

Then for him to fling open that door and stand there in front of me, half-dressed in snug, low-slung black pants that sat just right on his hips? Those flat abs and salt-and-pepper treasure trail on full display? Sir. How dare you?

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and exhaled. This was ridiculous. Matt was my friend, and yes, I was attracted to him, and yes, I would absolutely see this through to the end because I cared about him.

But oh my God, the instant I had a few hours to myself?

Gentlemen of Grindr, my body is ready.

In the dressing room, the bickering had started up again, so Matt must’ve been dressed. As I listened, I pulled myself together, since he’d probably be stepping out to get my opinion before too much longer.

“How is that sluttier?” Andras demanded. “It’s… for fuck’s sake, man. It’s purple.”

“What the hell is wrong with purple?” Matt’s voice was full of exasperation. “Don’t tell me you’re also the Angel of Toxic Masculinity.”

I smothered a laugh, especially at the sputtering rage coming from Andras. “I am not an angel of anything!”

“That’s not exactly a denial about the toxic masculinity part.”

Whatever Andras muttered in response, I didn’t catch.

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