Page 67 of Skating to Him

“I’m going bareback for the first time tonight, and I want it to be special.” I threw a glance at him, perusing my room and picking up a rose petal to inspect it. “What?”

“I had no idea you had this in you, Tyler.” He dropped the petal to my blue comforter. “Wait, you’ve never gone bareback?” As his brows lifted, he stared at me.

“I have not.” I moved the dropped rose petal to a better place on the bed. He’d left an open spot. “I’m sort of picky about that, and I’ve never had someone I trusted enough.”

He nodded. “I can see that. You can be a little over the top about certain things.” He patted my shoulder. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m going out tonight.”

“You are?” My gaze cut to his. “With who?” This was great, now Rowan and I would have the house to ourselves.

“A few of the guys in my corporate communications class.” Leaning in, he ticked his brows at me. “One of them is an ASU football player and has muscles for days.”

“Oh.” I tapped my lips, looking him up and down. “You’re not interested in this guy, are you?” I’d seen that look on his face before, usually when he had his eye on a guy at the gay bar.

“He’s straight.” He walked toward the door. “At least I think he is. Guess I’ll find out.” He waltzed from my room.

“Uh-huh.” I gave my room one last scan and then left, turning the light off. It was time to wait for Rowan.

An hour later,Myles had left, and I looked out the window into the darkening night. The streetlight on the corner had just lit, and the sky was ablaze with streams of orange and turquoise.

Rowan’s Mustang drove to the curb in front of the house and stopped.

He’s here. I flung the door open and jogged outside. He was staying most of the holiday, so who knew how much stuff he’d have brought?

Rowan climbed out of his car with a bright bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. “Hey, Tyler.” He beamed at me with a wide smile.

“Hey, babe.” I threw my arms around his neck and planted a hard kiss on his mouth. Was this what it would be like to have him come home to me every day? God, I was lost in him. After letting him go, I took the flowers and bottle from him and then sniffed the flowers. At least one of them was hella fragrant, like orange blossoms. “These smell terrific.”

“There are a couple of stargazer lilies in the mix. The damn things smell like heaven.” He opened his trunk, hefted his duffelout of it, and closed it. “I hope you like Prosecco. It’s one of my favorites.”

“I love it.” Whatever the hell that was. I didn’t know my bubbly wine drinks at all. As I strolled up the driveway with him, I glanced at the way his team sweats hugged his body. We’d be twins for the night, but who cared. It was comfortable.

While he brought his duffel into my bedroom, I sank the flowers into a pitcher. We weren’t sophisticated enough to have a vase lying around. I set the flowers at the center of our table and admired them. We hadn’t talked about dinner yet.

He strolled out of the hallway, into the main room, and toward me. “Where’s Myles?”

“He’s out.” When he reached me, I hooked my arms around his waist and pulled our hips together, my cock touching his and waking. “So, are you hungry for dinner? We have some left over spaghetti that Ace made, or we could order in?”

“That’s a hard one. I’m sure Ace makes a mean spaghetti…” He twisted his lips. “But I want something special tonight. Especially if we’re going to be alone here.”

Could he be any more perfect for me? “Okay, I know a Thai place close by that has fabulous food.” And it would be nice to have something so different from a Thanksgiving meal.

“Yes.” Cupping my cheek, he pressed a long, slow kiss on my mouth as he lowered his hand to my ass and squeezed.

The pressure on my dick sparked heat in my balls. We were going to have a long session of foreplay tonight while we ate. “Okay, I’ll get the order started. What do you want?” Leaving him, I slid my phone out of the pocket of my sweats and opened my DoorDash app. Scrolling on my phone through the menu, I said, “I’m getting the drunken noodles, by the way.” It was what I always got.

“Yeah?” He edged in next to me, peering into my phone. “Get me the chicken yellow curry. Then we can share.” He kissed my cheek and threw his arms around me from the side, restinghis head on my shoulder. “God, Tyler. I don’t know why, but tonight feels?—”

“Special?” I turned my head to look into his deep-blue eyes. We were on the same page.

“Magical.” His eyes twinkled. “I sound like an idiot. I think the dry desert air has gotten to my brain.” His gaze fell to my lips. “Or…you did. You got to me. But not my brain, my heart.” As he crept his gaze back to my eyes, he opened his mouth as if to say more, then stopped.

Emotion flooded my chest. Holy shit, was he about to tell me he loved me? “Magical is the right word, Rowan.” I tapped my phone to place our order and rested my arms over his shoulders. “You did it, you know. I believe you’re absolutely serious about us. I know you’re not experimenting.” My breath caught and my eyes stung. How could I be so lucky? “I trust you with my heart.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he gazed deeply into my eyes. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” Wrapping his hand around the back of my head, he claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips.

After a moment, I broke the kiss. “Champagne?” Which one of us would say the three words first? It was bound to happen.

“Oh yeah.” As his cheeks pinked, he released me and stepped into the kitchen, then unwrapped the plastic cork and pressed on the edge, pointing it toward the ceiling. “Here goes nothing.”

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