Chapter 8

Viggo and I stand in silence as Anders gets into the car, starts the engine, and drives away. When all we can hear once again are the sounds of the forest, Viggo turns to me and meets my gaze.

“I’m sorry for taking advantage of you like that,” he says. “I’m a big believer in consent, and I shouldn’t have done that.”

Gawd. Every time he opens his mouth, he makes me swoon.

But his flavor still lingering on my tongue, and my dick still plump enough to push against my fly, make it hard for me to function properly, so I blurt, “What if I hadn’t been gay?”

That earns me a laugh so loud, the crow from before caws back at him. “Honey, you’re not as stealthy checking me out as you think you are. So I know you’re at least bi.”

“Oh. Huh. I thought I was doing a good job hiding it.”

Viggo shakes his head, mirth glittering in his eyes. “You really weren’t.”

“Sorry,” I mutter.”

“About what? Finding me hot? What a terrible crime!”

I huff.