Page 52 of Reinventing Cato
“I like your mum and dad.”
“Wait till you see the car.”
“I’ll write down my address and email.” Vigge took the pad and pencil Cato offered and wrote on it.
“What are we going to do?” Cato asked.
“I have no idea. I didn’t even dare think that you’d talk to me, let alone agree to go out with me.”
“I agreed toerwith you.”
“Er-ingsounds good.” Vigge smiled as he pushed to his feet. Cato stood up.
“I know you’re going to worry,” Vigge said. “I don’t think anyone would go through with a threat like that, but… Yeah, there is thatbut. I’ll do what I can to trace the number. You should have a look at your security. Maybe change the app. In the meantime, don’t tell anyone. And don’t tell your housemates that I’m a policeman.”
“Can I tell them you’re my psychiatrist?”
“Why not settle for boyfriend?”
“Did the word catch in your throat?” Cato asked.
“On the way from my heart?”
“Oh.” Cato smiled. “I think that might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
He watched Vigge’s Adam’s apple rise and fall. When he picked up his coat and moved towards the door, Cato gave a heavy sigh.
Vigge turned. “What?”
“I don’t even get a kiss from my brand-new boyfriend?”
“I’m not sure that I can just kiss you.”
“You wanted more. You can have more.” Cato glanced at his bed.
“I want to be different.”
Cato mock-gasped. “You’re not one of those—we can’t insert tab A into slot B until we’re married types, are you?”
Vigge took Cato’s left hand, kissed his palm, then while he held his hand, pressed a kiss into his neck. Cato’s pulse jumped.
“We’ll go slow,” Vigge said.
“To give you time to readHow to have Gay Sexfor Dummies?”
Vigge traced Cato’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Is that what you’d recommend?”
“Well, I’ve readHow to have Gay SexwithDummiesand it only goes so far.”
The smile on Vigge’s face was so open and genuine that Cato suddenly found it hard to breathe.
“I think hands-on teaching from an expert is the way to go.” Cato stared straight at him.
“Can you recommend one that can fit me in before ten on Saturday?”
“Er… I’ll have a think.”
Vigge laughed.
