Page 79 of Ancient History

My gay Spidey sense tingled. I leaned closer. “Why?”

“He saw text messages between you two. Threatened Hutch with all this bullshit, like that you would get run out of town if people found out. And Hutch…”

“Got scared.” The Froot Loops landed heavy in my gut.

“But let’s not spoil such a wonderful meal with the sad stuff,” he said. “I’m happy to finally meet you, Amos.”

“Likewise.”

Bud poured us each a cup of coffee. “I don't know how the hell both of you fit on Hutch’s bed.”

I snorted.

Ten minutes later, thanks to my tight schedule, I had to jet. I cleaned off my bowl in the sink.

“Bud, this has been an unexpected pleasure, but I must run.” I craned my neck to the entranceway. No sign of Hutch. The man could sleep.

“Hope to see you again.” Bud shook my hand in a total dad move.

I opened the side door. Fresh air hit my face. “Me, too.”

* * *

I racedhome after that delightful and unexpected breakfast. The sugary cereal gave me a big boost of energy that allowed me to shower, shave, get dressed, and pack my lunch in record time.

Not like I timed myself.

Not officially.

The entire time, I had a big, dopey smile on my face. It made shaving all the more difficult.

Part of why I had to dash early was that I promised to carpool with Everett this week while his car was in the shop. Everyone I knew was having car trouble! He literally rode his car until the wheels fell off. His time was focused on school and plays, not automotive upkeep.

I toweled off my hair as best I could before throwing the towel over the shower bar. I was running late. Before I left my apartment, a tingle zipped through my body.

I had sex last night. Really really good sex with Hutch. That happened.

We said I love you. That also happened.

I leaned against the threshold and let myself have one more dopey, wide-eyed, birds- chirping-like-I-was-a-Disney-princess smile.

The sky was a mix of fluffy clouds dancing over a blue sky. I was in such a good mood, I opened the sunroof. Usually, I wasn’t a fan because the wind was loud, but today called for such a celebration.

Everett lived on the top floor of an old house owned by an even older couple. They’d converted their attic to an apartment. Everett found the tight quarters romantic. To each their own.

He skipped down the front steps and slid into the passenger seat.

“Mocha Mellie’s. My treat.” He blew me a kiss.

“We don’t have time for coffee.” Although now that he mentioned Mocha Mellie’s, my mind couldn’t think of anything but their iced coffee.

Well, iced coffee and Hutch’s face as he came inside me.

“We’ll have coffee in the teacher’s lounge.”

“But it tastes like piss,” Everett scoffed.

“How would you know what piss tastes like?” I realized after I made that joke that Everett might have an answer. “Kidding.”

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