“So, wait, tell me again?” Jewel stared at him over the end of his beer bottle. “Why haven’t you had s*x yet?”
Dustin shrugged. “If I knew that, buddy, we’d be having sex.” Jewel grinned and Dustin returned it. “I mean, we’ve done things. But we haven’t f****d. And let me tell you it took some damn good trying to even get what I did out of him.”
The stare morphed into a frown. “So, it’s not you? Like trying to be a control freak or something? Prove to him that you’re the boss?”
Dustin snorted. “As if.”
Jewel’s eyes widened. “Wait! Maybe that’s what he’s doing! Trying to make sure you know who the boss is, you know? Like, manipulate you or something.”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Dustin started to peel the label from the bottle. “He doesn’t seem like the type. I kinda think maybe it’s me.”
