But Jonah was lying.
Or not lying, per se. But not exactly being honest. Because he wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced what Felix was talking about.
Yeah, he’d had great sex that left him in a contented afterglow that had his skin humming with pleasure. But experienced that with someone he truly loved?
No, he was pretty sure he’d never encountered that.
How could he?
Because the only person Jonah had ever loved, the only person he could have that with, was right beside him.
His straight best friend.
The man who would never, could never, love him back.
And wasn’t that just a kick in the dick?