I laughed so hard that I thought I would die. Carter was laughing right along with me.
He said, “You know I don’t give a shit, right? Like, of all the things in the world to freak out about, that’s one of the least?”
I said, “Yeah, Carter. I know.” My heart was pounding.
“Hey. Calm down, Ox.”
Stupid werewolves. “I will.”
“Am I the first you told?”
“Yeah.”
He grinned. “I popped your gay cherry!” He frowned. “Wait.”
“Oh my god.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh my god.”
“I popped your coming-out cherry.” He grimaced as he stopped for a red light. “That didn’t sound any better.”
“Oh my god.”
“Have you kissed a guy yet?”
I blushed. “No.”
Before I could even react, he leaned over and planted a hard kiss on my lips, pulling away with a loud smack. “Now you have.”
“Oh my god.”
“You sound way too much like Joe.”
“That was like kissing my brother,” I said.
“Fuck you, Oxnard,” he said with an easy grin. “You’re lucky I’m straight. I would have hit that a long time ago.” He sniffed the air and had the audacity to look offended. “Seriously? You’re not aroused? At all?”
“My life,” I groaned.
“I must be doing it wrong.”
“That must be it.”
“You still like girls?”
I shrugged. “Think so.”
He punched me in the arm. “Greedy.”
I laughed.
“It’ll make things easier, though,” he said and I thought what?
“What things?”