Ian shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“I try to do it casually, like someone admits he or she is married. That’s all it is, an announcement of where we belong in life. If hetero people can say they are married, gays should be equally open if they want. Sorry if it shocked you.” He smiled that sexy smile again. “I stayed closeted until I was thirty. My wife caught me in bed with her brother. We had been having sex for over a year, and we got sloppy. She outed both of us. That’s when I decided to stay out.” He chuckled. “That was eight years ago, and I have no regrets. I don’t shove my gayness down people’s throats, but I don’t hide it either.” He chuckled again. “Sorry, was I preaching?”
Ian turned his head back toward Jordan. “You’re thirty-eight? You look thirty. I mean, you’re so handsome and young looking—” He turned away, and his neck and face warmed.