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No answer came, no ticks saying the message had been read, no dots as Ken typed a response.
It was to be expected, but Nathan still found himself pouting, still stared at the screen, barely blinking, as if he could will the dots to appear.
He didn’t know when he fell asleep, only that he must’ve fallen asleep with his phone in his hands, the screen with Ken’s texts open.
CHAPTER9
ken
The driveto Sacramento was uneventful.
That whole morning had been uneventful. He’d gone to his niece’s house during her break and dropped Plum off. The cat hadn’t looked too happy at first, but as soon as she saw the can of wet food waiting for her, all her displeasure disappeared.
Ken would’ve been more bothered by it if it wasn’t extremely convenient that his niece was such a cat person.
Once he’d managed to park his convertible a couple of blocks behind the address for the restaurant Nathan had sent him, Ken reopened the Messages app, checking to see if there was anything new.
Ken
For future reference, I’m not usually awake at 3 am
That was the last text he’d sent when he’d woken up that morning. Nathan hadn’t answered, which now left him wondering if he’d be sleeping.
Ken had told him he’d reach the city around one, but that was only because he’d wanted to play conservatively.
It was only 12:38 according to his phone, but he didn’t feel like sitting in his car with nothing to do for twenty minutes—especially not if he couldn’t even tell if the boy was awake or would even make it to their lunch date.
Ken
I’ve just parked my car. Are you decent?
Nathan
oh fuck
it’s really happening
Ken smiled. Nathan wasn’t the only one shocked about the pace this was all shaping up to have. He didn’t say that, though.
Ken
It’s happening, boy. Should we meet by the restaurant?
Nathan
um, yeah
sure
I can be there in…ten, I think
Ken
That works
It would take him ten minutes to get there and familiarize himself with his surroundings.
Ken wondered, though. Had Nathan been waiting, ready to bolt out of his apartment the second Ken texted, like an excited puppy waiting by the door? Or was he going to rush by, putting on the first thing he found in a hurry while praying it didn’t look like he’d just got out of bed?
