“If you’re not here about the bike, then why are you here?” Alex asked after closing the door behind me.
Did he really not know I was at his house for s*x, or did he just want me to tell him that’s why I’d shown up at his doorstep?
“I wanted to see you again,” I admitted.
“You could have called first or texted. You have my number.”
I had considered calling first, but I was afraid he’d miss the call and we’d end up playing phone tag for days or, even worse, that he’d ignore my call. And texting seemed like a bad idea. What would I say? Can I come over so we can f**k again? I’d text that kind of message to guys my own age, but sending it to Alex seemed juvenile.
But by showing up in person, I’d assumed he’d see me at his front door and welcome me with open arms. In my delusional mind, w
