Page 19 of Embracing James

Paul embraced him. “You’ve got a great view.”

“Thanks. I love being able to sit here and listen to music or the sounds of Norville on a summer night with the windows open. It’s relaxing.” So was sitting with Paul. “We should probably set some rules.”Before we get in too deep or I lose more of my heart to Paul.

“Like?”

“Expectations. I’d like to know what you want from me.”

“And vice versa.”

“Yes.” James laced his fingers with Paul’s. “Like how much of this is a show and how far are we going with said show?”

“Well, I did ask you out, so I’m content to truly date.” Paul stroked the top of James’ hand. “I really had to work to ask you out that night.”

“Why?”

“I was scared.”

“Of me?” He wasn’t scary.

“Of you, but mostly that you’d reject me.”

James tipped his head to look at Paul. He should put on the brakes, but he couldn’t help himself. “I messed you up.”

“A little.”

“Why did you give me another chance then?” He should’ve gone the other way.

“I learned very early on that I shouldn’t give up on people because of one decision. Get to know them and find out why they reacted the way they did, I was told. See things from their side before rushing to judgment. That’s what I did with you.”

“I’m glad.” He tilted his head and kissed Paul. Without that second chance, he’d never be here right now with Paul.Thank God.

Paul groaned and caressed James’ throat as he continued to kiss him.

James stroked Paul’s arm. This moment was so hot, but tender, too.

A buzzing sound interrupted the kiss. James inched away. “What’s that?”

“My phone.” Paul groaned and withdrew his phone. “It never fails to happen. Just when I’m in the middle of something good, business intrudes.”

“Do you need to answer it?”

“Unfortunately, I do. My phone buzzes when it’s a call or text from my core staff.”

“Answer it, then.” James left the window seat. “Then we can plan a proper date.”

“I’d like that.” Paul held his phone, but didn’t press the button to answer. “Thursday night? My place?”

“Yes.” He followed Paul to the door. “I have a confession.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if I want to keep up the farce,” James said. “I think I want to try to let this be real.”

“Give me a few dates, then tell me how you feel,” Paul said.

Oh. He’d thought they were hitting it off better than that. “Sure.”

“I’m kidding. I’m not ready to keep this façade up. Not when I’m interested in you.” Paul kissed him. “I like you, too, but I need to go. See you at the shop? I’ll be around tomorrow.”

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