Page 11 of Roleplay at Randy's
I wish I had the energy from the other night, because I’ve been thinking about how to up my flirting game for the next time we crossed paths.
Unfortunately, I’ve also been thinking about what he does for work, and I’ve written some rather filthy fantasy tidbits about how a future rendezvous could go.
The latter is what fills my thoughts when I look at him now.
Oh, I’m in trouble.
“Thanks for watching him.” Elias is talking to Hannah now, clumsily signing a ‘thank you’ with his free hand.
Hannah waves him off and motions to me. ‘Matty was the real superstar today.’
He furrows his brow, and I figure he probably doesn’t know much sign. And based on Hannah’s cheeky smile, I’m going to guess she knows that.
Elias’ turns to me with a hopeful helplessness, and I sigh, flicking a french fry at my friend across the table.
“She said I helped out, that’s all.”
“Well thank you,” he says with his own smile, and goddamn do I like looking at it.
Looking at him.
He readjusts to reach over the table and grab Calum’s tablet, but when he does, Calum leaps right out of his arms and koala’s himself into mine.
A noise of surprise leaves his throat, and quick hands snatch Calum back, but not before he grabs my hair again. Elias is careful not to pull him away too roughly, putting his hand over Cal’s and disentangling his fingers.
I’m not sure if he notices, but when he pulls away his knuckles brush my cheek, and a current of electricity bolts beneath my skin.
“Sorry, Matty. I guess he really likes you.”
I flash him a reassuring smile, and—dammit—the way he’s looking at the kid makes my heart melt.
“He’s a sweet kid. Looks a lot like you.” They both definitely have the same nose and dark eyes.
“Thanks. Thank you both. I really have to get him home …” He trails off as Calum tries to reach for something over his shoulder. “Wha—Oh, you want a milkshake? We can get one to take with us. Hold on a second.”
He’s looking around a little frantically, and I take a quick peek around the booth to make sure it doesn’t look like they’re forgetting anything. When I come up short and he’s still struggling with his hold on Calum and whatever it is he’s after, I stand and wrap my fingers around his bicep, eliciting a sharp gasp out of us both.
Christ, why does touching him have to feel this good?
“Relax. Do you need some help?”
He goes to shake his head but then stops, face reddening and turning sheepish as he nods. “Actually, yeah. Do you—would you—” he cuts himself off, scratching at the pink of his cheeks. “Help me get him home so I can get your number? My hands are kind of tied, and if I don’t keep a hold of him, he’ll bolt.”
Warmth spreads out through my limbs, a tingling sensation starting in my fingertips where we touch.
Because he doesn’t need me to walk him home to get my number, and we both know it’s just a flimsy excuse.
“Are you hitting on me?”
It’s Elias’ turn to get flustered, and he ducks his head so his hair covers his eyes. “Oh, um, no.” His words are soft, and his chuckle is stilted. “Well, not yet. But I liked seeing you the other night, and I thought I might like to again.”
Why am I weak for the sweet, awkward ones?
“I’ll come home with you,” I say, my smile growing as Elias gets more and more flustered. “Just to make sure you make it alright with that little beast there.”
Calum has his head on Elias’ shoulder, arms around his neck, singing softly to himself.
Elias’ shoulders sag, and he finally looks at me again. “Thank you. Let me grab Cal his milkshake, then we can head out. If that’s okay.”
