Page 74 of Stained Hearts
Okay, nowmycock was hard. “Deal.”
I walked him to the door. It bugged me to see him leaving, but he was right. He deserved some freedom. “I’ll be there at six, okay?”
“Sounds good.” He reached out and groped me. “Just something to remember me by.”
I grabbed his wrist and stroked his hand over my hard-on. “You made this, so tonight you’re going to be fixing it.”
Aiden didn’t pull his hand away. In fact, he rubbed harder. “Tonight and every night. I’ll see you later.” He grabbed both wheels and rolled out of the house.
I waited until he got to the end of the sidewalk before yelling, “You bastard. I’ll get even with you for this!”
He laughed and waved, then headed down the street for the bus stop.
I shook my head and pulled out my phone. It was time to finally find out what was wrong with me. I dialed Mom’s number.
“Good morning! You’re up early.”
It was good to hear her voice. “I was hoping you might have time to talk.”
“Sounds serious. Are you okay?”
Was I? “I think so. Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Is this about Aiden?” There was a note of concern in her voice. “Is he okay?”
Sometimes she was too intuitive for her own good. “Yeah, it is. And he’s fine. He’s heading to the studio to finish the window.”
“Good, I’m glad. Your father’s out in the garage, working on some projects with his friends. How about if I meet you at the diner?”
“Okay. Will thirty minutes be long enough?”
She chuckled. “Unlike you, I’ve been up for hours. I can be there in ten minutes.”
God, I loved my mother. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” A brief pause. “Mom?”
“Love you too, Tom.”
She hung up, and I knew I was going to ask the right person for advice. Before I left the house, I called Aiden’s cell. He picked up, chuckling.
“The bus is pulling up. Did you need something already?”
God, when he put it that way, I sounded needy. Well, fuck it. I was. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Oh.” A sharp breath. “I could come back.”
“Go on. I’m eager to see the window. I’m going to meet Mom at the diner.”
“Okay.” He clucked his tongue. “Tom?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I…. The bus is coming. I’ll see you tonight.” And he disconnected.
I chuckled and slipped my phone back into my pocket. Hopefully, if all went well, I’d be sitting on the couch, with Aiden wrapped in my arms, and whispering those three little words in his ear.
God knew he deserved to hear them.
LINCOLN LOOKEDup as the bell over the door clanged. He grinned when he saw me. “Noel’s going to be coming down shortly.”
