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Nick
“Thank you for breakfast,” I told Jameson as I set my plate next to the sink where he was already cleaning up the dishes.
I had a dishwasher but he always did them by hand. And he never let me help either. There was something about it that I kind of loved, even though I had no clue why.
“You’re welcome,” he said softly, his head turned in my direction and his intense, beautiful eyes looked deeply into mine.
We were alone. And even if we hadn’t been, I think I might have moved in anyway. As I closed the gap between our lips, he leaned closer to meet me. Then like it was a normal, everyday thing that we did, our lips met in a sweet, quick kiss. When I pulled away, there was a huge smile on my face. It was a simple moment, a small, little thing, but it was monumental to me. And how I wanted more little moments like that. I wanted them all the time. Mixed in between bigger moments and coming together to create a life that was special.
I wanted that life. I wanted all those things.
And I realized that I was the one stopping myself from having them. I was the dumbass standing in my own fucking way.
I leaned in and kissed him again. Just a quick little peck. Then another. And another. Until I felt satisfied enough for the time being.
I pulled away and took a much-needed step back before I got all crazy and begged him to take me over the kitchen sink. Right in front of the window… that I just remembered was there and where all my neighbors could possibly see.
Don’t panic,I told myself.
There was a lot of distance between here and the street and even more to the neighbor across the way.
“I’m going to go work,” I told him as I backed away. I didn’t want to stop looking at him. And by the slight smirk on his face, he knew it.
Okay, I had to focus. On what? I had no clue. Something other than the sexy man that had wrecked me that was washing dishes down in the kitchen like he belonged here. And with an image of that in my mind, I felt like he did. I wanted that to become my normal. But fuck if I knew what to do with that.
Crazy things began to go off in my mind. Things like, what if I wasn’t enough for him? What if my life was too much? What if I couldn’t give him everything he craved?
I mean, that only brought me around to the comment about how he liked to watch. So, was that something he wanted? Maybe not all the time, but every now and then? And if it was, was that something I wanted too? I wouldn’t deny that peeping in on someone’s private moment was kind of hot. Or was that creepy? Oh, God. I was thinking about this way too much. The best thing to do at this point, would have been to ask him. Talk to him like an adult. But of course, I couldn’t just do that. I was comfortable with sex, I swear I was, but there was still this level of feeling unsure about everything.
I picked up my phone and flipped it over and over in my hand for a few minutes.
Thinking of Jameson watching me was the only thing that flooded my head now. It was like I couldn’t get the image to go away. And I was hard from it.
I found his name in my contacts, thankful that Jen had put it in there for me. I clicked on it and hesitated. What if this was a work phone? What if his boss or someone else saw the messages? Well, as long as I didn’t say I had a raging hard-on that I needed him to come fix, it should be okay, right? Something simple.
Like…
My fingers moved over the screen.
I have a small problem.
Erase. Erase.
No,smallwas not going to work. There was nothingsmallabout the problem I had going on.
I tried again.
Could you come look at something?
I made a face.
Erase. Erase!
That just sounded on the wrong side of creepy. Like what was my plan with that? Take him by surprise when he came into the room? Jump up and flash him my cock?
Okay, I was overthinking this way too much.
