“How is this even possible?” Cam spoke to the table.
“I mean, you’ve seen the guy. How does a guy like that
never get fucked? It’s like escaping Auschwitz.”
Eddie winced.
“I’m serious. This is impossible. I can’t touch him
now.”
Rose looked at least a little sympathetic, until she
started laughing again.
“What’s your deal with virgins again?” Eddie asked. “I
forget that you have any moral qualms.”
Cam spun the coffee mug in front of him. “It’s not a
moral qualm. It’s self-preservation. One, I might be a TA,
but I’m not actually a teacher. I don’t wanna teach
someone how to take a dick. Two, I’m not looking to give
someone a sweet, gentle first time.”
“You like to fuck hard.”
He nodded at Rose.
“Plus, you’re into …”
“Bondage,” Cam said. “It’s not a bad word. It’s a
lifestyle choice. I like tying pretty boys up.” He shook his
head. “And Evan is so pretty. I swear his lips tasted like
strawberries.”
“Now, you’re just fantasizing. No one’s lips taste like
strawberries.”
“Might as well fantasize. I’m never going to kiss him
again because, three, I don’t fuck virgins because I don’t
want anyone getting attached. Sticking their little virgin
claws into me…” Cam pulled the ninja bun free from the
top of his head and tugged on his shoulder-length blond
hair.
Rose curled one leg under her and leaned forward. “So
what did you do earlier? Just kick him out of the office?”
“Sure.” Cam shrugged.
“Was he pissed?” Eddie flicked his lighter on and off,
on and off.
“I don’t know. I just kind of shoved him into the
hallway.”