Page 19 of A Layperry's Heart
“Absolutely not. You’re perfect,” he says quickly. Does he have any idea what that phrase does to me? Does he know how I would fall to my knees and worship him just to hear him breathe that once more? Does he have any idea the power he holds over me?
“Thank you, Aldo.”
We walk in silence for a bit before Aldo nudges me with his hip. “What else is on your Earth experience list?”
“I’d like to eat a macaron.”
“Okay. I know a place where we can get some. What else?”
There goes my heart again, racing with affection because Aldo is showing me kindness. He’s going above and beyond for me. He makes me feel special in so many ways just by being himself.
“I have recently added a few things,” I say slowly, ignoring the flutter in my chest. “Things meant for a special person only.”
Aldo looks up at me. He narrows his eyes for a moment before grinning. “Things like what, Gendry? I think maybe I’d like to hear this new list.”
I bite my bottom lip. “I’d like to experience a few earthly pleasures.”
“Oh,” Aldo says slowly. “Oh, Gendry. I would love to help you with this list. If you’d let me.”
“I would let you,” I say straight away. We walk into our apartment building and head down the hall towards our doors. Disappointment sits like cement in the pit of my stomach, sad that our time together is already coming to a close. “I would very much like that special person to be you.”
We get to our doors and pause. Aldo takes out his keys, fidgeting with them between his fingers. He looks up at me. “I had a wonderful time together, Gendry.”
“As did I. Thank you again for everything.” I turn towards my door but Aldo reaches out and snags my wrist.
“Wait,” he breathes out, looking up at me. His eyes dart between my own. “It’s customary for you to kiss your date if the date has gone exceptionally well.”
I open my mouth to respond but can’t find the words to say. Excitement and trepidation equally sit in my stomach.
“Today went really well, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes.”
“Then I think you should kiss me, Gendry.”
I move without thinking, cupping Aldo’s face between my giant palms. He sucks in a shaky breath and closes his eyes. I move down until our lips are merely breaths apart.
“It would be my greatest honor to kiss you. Thank you,” I whisper before closing my eyes and touching my lips to his.
Kissing Aldo in my dreams was lovely. Kissing Aldo in real life is indescribable.
Aldo’s hands come up to my chest, resting over my racing heart. He tilts his head slightly, getting a better angle. When his lips move, mine dance to follow his lead.
My head is in the clouds like never before. I’ve kissed people back home, but none of them made me feel like this. None of them made me cravemore. I want everything Aldo is willing to give me. I want all of him if he’ll let me.
When Aldo’s lips open, I dart my tongue out, meeting his halfway. The taste of him against my tongue is transcendent. One taste and already I’m addicted. I will never get enough of him, even if I had a hundred thousand years to explore and learn his body, his taste, his sounds.
My body heats all over and my cock fills with blood, want surges through me. Nothing in this world could make me stop kissing Aldo.
Except for our neighbor stepping outside and clearing his throat.
Aldo jumps back in surprise and I make a wounded noise at the back of my throat. Looking down, I see the front of his shorts tented just as much as mine are. I turn and look at Christian, glaring in his direction.
“Hey, don’t growl at me,” he says, holding up his hands in surrender. “If you wanna make out, it’s usually customary to do thatinsideyour apartment, not out in the hall.”
I turn towards Aldo, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards my door.
“Hey, wait,” he says, pulling away. I make another wounded noise that he chuckles at, tapping the center of my chest. “It’s okay. I think we could both use a cold shower after that. There’s no rush, okay? We’ll get to all of that and more in due time.”
