Page 61 of The New Guy
Oh I am. But I’m in a shitty mood. TBH I’m probably bad company tonight.
I might not notice tho because your dick would be in my mouth.
Grrr. Now I’m picturing that.
You’re welcome. So am I.
Grrr.
Will Reggie be back soon?
Negative. She’s playing a gig in the Catskills. IDK where, but she made it sound far. Might not come home tonight.
**loud sigh**
Right back atcha.
I tossmy phone down on the sofa with a grunt of disappointment. All the way home from LaGuardia I’d been looking forward to seeing Gavin. Only stubbornness prevented me from texting him from the taxi.
And now here we sit, maybe twenty feet apart. For no reason.
On that thought, I grab up my phone again and locate my keys. Then—in my bare feet—I leave my apartment and cross the hall, knocking softly on Gavin’s door.
When he opens it a moment later, he’s wearing a soft-looking flannel shirt and sweatpants. “Hi, sexy,” he whispers. “Something wrong?”
“Yeah,” I whisper back. “Can’t I just come over? Wouldn’t that solve all our problems?”
He glances down at the floor, and I realize I could have chosen my words more carefully. Our problems are not so easily solved as changing the location of our secret hookups from my place to his place. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” he says eventually. “If Jordyn woke up and heard your voice, she’d be out of her bed in a flash.”
“Oh.” I let that sink in for a second and I realize it’s not about Jordyn losing a few minutes of sleep. It’s the hazard of his daughter catching us in compromising positions on the sofa.
There’s a good reason why we hang out at my place. “Look, can’t I just come hang out for an hour anyway? Kinda miss you, here.”
He looks conflicted. “It won’t be that much fun.”
“Sure it will. You’re the funnest guy I know.”
“That’s just the horny talking,” he says, but he smiles anyway. “Come in, I guess. But prepare to be good.”
“Uh-huh. One second, though. There’s something I gotta do first.”
He raises his eyebrows, waiting to see what I mean.
So I lean in and kiss him softly. “Okay, there. Now lead the way.”
He blinks. And then he yanks me by the sweatshirt into another kiss—a much more forceful one than mine. His firm, generous mouth is everything I’ve been dreaming about for the last couple days.
It’s over way too soon, though.
He sighs, and opens his apartment door. “Right this way. Don’t mind the usual mess.”
I wouldn’t, though. I like his place, with the fuzzy blanket on the couch, and the Perplexus puzzle on the coffee table. I sit down and pick it up, locating the little metal ball inside. “Is this a hard one?”
“Medium. Jordyn got it once already. You want anything to drink?” When I shake my head, he sits down beside me and picks up the clicker. “What do you want to watch on Netflix?”
I glance up at the menu on the screen. “Have you watched this season of the British baking show?”
The clicker falls to his lap as he stares at me. “Seriously?”
