Page 37 of So Worth More
I’d never seen Will blush, but pink spread quickly over his cheeks and even to the tips of his ears at my words. It was possibly the most adorable thing I’d ever seen him do, and I vowed to make him blush more. The endearment had slipped out, one that I’d never used before but it just seemed to fit him. He was as sweet to me as honey.
Safe from the rain under the umbrella, Will escorted me to the car, even opening the door for me, making sure I was seated before dashing around to the driver’s side.
The car was warm, heated seats all toasty, and I enjoyed the journey to work for the first time in months.
We didn’t talk a lot, both seemingly lost in our own thoughts. I wanted to wait to talk about anything on our date, or after it. I didn’t want to get too heavy when we had to work all day together.
“I know we have shit to talk about,” Will said, proving again we were on the same wavelength, “but I think we should wait until our date. So we can do it properly.”
“Funnily enough, I was just thinking the same thing.”
Sharing a smile, we merged into the early morning traffic.
My new (maybe boyfriend?) had taken me home at the end of the day after the mechanic looked at my car and then towed it away. While not terribly expensive to fix, the guy didn’t have the parts and had to order them. It was unlikely that I’d get my car back until next week.
Will immediately offered to be my ride for as long as I needed him, and I caught Clara giving us funny looks when she overheard. Will noticed and just gave her a smile, which was a total change from before when he hadn’t wanted anyone to know anything about us.
The rain had started again, with only a brief reprieve in the afternoon. So Will parked, picked up his umbrella from the back seat, and escorted me to the door.
Leaning down, he placed a barely there kiss on my lips. Unable to resist, I pushed up on my toes to capture his lips as he pulled back. Our next kiss was firmer, bolder, but neither of us pushed for more than that.
Pulling away, his chocolate eyes dancing with joy, “Later, baby. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Wanting to tease Will, I dressed for our date in a pair of gray slacks that were cut perfectly. My butt looked damn good in them, if I did say so myself. I paired them with a white button down that had tiny gray birds embroidered on it.
Will arrived early and I buzzed him up while I splashed on some of my favorite cologne and attempted to locate my keys and phone. He looked utterly delectable in navy slacks and a light blue shirt. Somehow the blue brought out his olive skin and made his eyes pop.
He kissed me when I invited him in to wait and I was tempted to cancel our dinner plans in favor of staying in and peeling him out of those clothes.
The way his eyes darkened as he scanned me from head to toe suggested that I wouldn’t have to work too hard for that to happen. His groan as I turned around to pick up my phone made me laugh. He was already putty in my hands.
Thirty - Will
If Andy leaned over one more time, showcasing that amazing bubble butt in those pants, then I wouldn’t be held accountable for my actions. As it was, I had to adjust myself, my tight pants strangling my hardening dick.
Andy turned to me. “I’m ready, honey,” he said and started to lead me out.
Honey.I’d never been one for pet names and was as shocked as Andy when “babe” slipped out this morning. Having him call me honey just did something to me, warmed me deep inside. It felt like he belonged to me, as much as I belonged to him, and the name just showed it to everyone who might hear us.
I couldn’t help but reach for his hand as we walked to the elevator. Inside, I drew him into a hug, my eyes burning as I took a breath full of the scent of his hair.
“Thank you. For giving us a second chance,” I whispered into his ear, feeling him shudder and just melt into me.
He clutched at my back, “Thank you for wanting a second chance.” The words were quiet, said against my neck.
We broke apart when the elevator reached the ground floor, but I needed to be touching him, so I reached for his hand again.
Seeming to know that I needed the simple show of affection, he rested a hand on my thigh as I drove.
I tried to start the conversation, get the heavy stuff out of the way, but Andy insisted we leave it until we were at the restaurant.
“I just want to enjoy being with you now. Oh, and have dinner, I’m starving!”
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Dinner passed in no time, and while we talked about some of the issues that kept us apart, a lot of it Andy insisted that he would find out over time, we just had to learn to communicate better. When the mood turned serious, he’d told me about the abuse that he’d suffered in the past and that arguments might trigger a fight or flight response. I was his first relationship since Jason, the worst of his exes, so he couldn’t be sure how he’d react. Since I’d already decided to continue with therapy, I assured him that I’d discuss with Dr. Arnold ways to communicate when we disagreed without triggering him. Maybe he could join me in therapy when he was ready or if he needed it.
His ability to forgive and forget astounded me. I was truly floored at his capacity for kindness. I’d been beating myself up for hurting him and here he was, ready to forgive me and just move forward.
