Page 62 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

He shakes his head. “I’m not gonna do that. Our age difference isn’t noticeable to me, and as far as commitment goes, I don’t have a clue what I want anymore, but I know I still want this. I want to wait in your room for you to get home. I want tosteal kisses at work when no one’s looking. Mostly, I want to get my head straight so I can enjoy this without fear.”

“I’m here to support you however I can.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to tell you. Can you promise something though?”

“What?”

“If you change your mind and this isn’t it anymore, just tell me. I’ll deal with it.”

“I promise, but…” I hold back for a second, unsure whether I’ll freak him out, but he’s being honest with me so it’s only right that I return the favor. “You should probably be more prepared for me sticking around.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

“No.”

“After coffee, could I interest you in a steamy shower and a slow blow job before work?”

“You know the way to my heart, rabbit.”

I power through my coffee, way more interested in getting wet and soapy with Wren than my caffeine intake.

These slow mornings are quickly becoming addictive, and now there’s a glimmer of hope in me that they might not have to stop, but then what? Do we hang out in this undefined space and just see what happens? I’ve never been in a situation like this. Most of my relationships—using the term loosely—don’t last more than a week or two, or it’s just a series of hookups spread out until one of us moves on to someone new. This isn’t that. It has… potential.

My eyes linger on Wren where he’s bent over the sink brushing his teeth, his soft ass tempting me to drag him back to bed. His eyes meet mine in the reflection and he grins before leaning down to rinse his mouth. I force myself to turn the shower on, then brush my own teeth while Wren steps under the steamy spray.

I join him, excited to get my hands on him again. He smiles at me, searching my face almost like he’s seeing me for the first time.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Wren asks as he opens the bodywash and squirts some on his hands.

“Of course.”

“I was nervous when I came in for the interview at Moby’s. Obviously.”

I nod, smiling as he rubs his soapy hands over my chest.

“But there was this moment when I looked at you and you had the most comforting, encouraging smile on your face, like you wanted me to succeed even though you didn’t know shit about me at the time.”

“To be fair, it’s because I was stumbling over myself.”

Wren chuckles, shaking his head. “I didn’t think it was that. I thought you seemed nice. That look on your face weirdly gave me confidence. I told myself my food was worthy and if I pulled it off, I could work for a guy like you. I never expected it would be anything else.”

“Your food could’ve been shit and I still would’ve been rooting for you.”

“Thank fuck it didn’t come to that.”

“Thank fuck.” I soap up my hands too, running them down his back. “Did you think anything about me other than that?”

“Did I think you were hot?” He laughs. “Of course. Truth be told, I thought all of you were incredible looking, but you stood out. I have a thing for tattoos.”

“I thought you didn’t see me at all.”

“Honestly, I would look at you sometimes, but I felt guilty because I was still dealing with Trent.”

“Yeah.”

“I guess it worked out though.”

“Sure did, rabbit.”

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