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Either way, I’d get to see him tonight.
22
HAYDEN
It had been a long fucking day. The drive back to the city had been uneventful. However, I’d spent most of it with my thoughts jumping all over the place between worrying about whether Jonathan and I could really maintain a relationship in the city, how I was going to tell my father about my desire to pursue music, wondering what the specials would be at Olive & Vine tonight, debating how we were going to tell our parents we were seeing each other, and wondering how the proposal went with my roommate.
Thankfully, my shift at Olive & Vine had been a busy one. The week between Christmas and New Year’s was always crazy in the service industry, even on a Monday. People were tired of cooking for their families and often came into the restaurant to take a night off from cooking. It had been a great distraction from all the worry, and I’d made some great tips, but now, as I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex, it hit me that after sleeping in Jonathan’s bed for the last three nights, I’d be sleeping alone tonight. It was a depressing thought.
I pulled into an open spot, killed the engine, and started across the lot toward the entrance to my building. I was nearly past it when I spotted a car that looked an awful lot like Jonathan’s. We didn’t see a lot of black Audis in this lot. It was more of a ten-year-old Corolla sort of building. I slowed my steps and approached the car cautiously, just in case it wasn’t Lucy’s.
Bless. He was asleep in the driver’s seat.
I knocked on the window gently, but it still managed to scare the bejeezus out of him. He startled, his head snapping up and his arms flailing, one of them hitting the steering wheel. I stepped back so he could open the car door and get out.
“What are you doing here?”
My heart was racing with anticipation and nerves. I was thrilled to see him, but there was a part of me that wondered if he was here because he’d changed his mind and wanted to break it off before we got carried away. Would I always be consumed with this doubt?
He turned and opened the door to the backseat, and pulled out my guitar. “You forgot this.”
"You came over tonight just to bring me my guitar?”
“No.”
“No?”
Lips curved in a small smile, he stepped closer, cupping my cheek and rubbing my chin with his thumb. “The guitar was an excuse to do this.” He leaned in and kissed me sweetly. Tenderly.
Lovingly.
He pulled back, leaving me in a daze. “Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” I asked, still in disbelief that he was actually here.
“Yeah, but I wanted to see you. I didn’t want to wait.” He shrugged and offered me a rueful smile. “Is it okay that I came over tonight?” He looked a little unsure, which somehow made me feel like we were on even ground. Maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling insecure about this whole thing.
“It’s more than okay. I’m so glad you’re here.” I threw my arms around him in a hug, and he melted into me as if he was relieved.
I pulled back when he shivered, and that’s when I noticed he wasn’t wearing a coat. “Where’s your coat?”
“I took it off on the drive. The car was warm.”
“How long have you been sitting out here?”
He pulled up his wrist and looked at his smartwatch. “A couple of hours. I didn’t know which apartment was yours, and I didn’t know if your roommate was home.”
“He probably is. But you could have just texted me. I would have come over to your house.”
He leaned in, crowding into my space, his lips so close I could feel his breath. “Maybe I liked the idea of being here when you got home.”
My heart melted into a puddle of goo and slid all the way into my feet as he leaned in and kissed me, leisurely twining his tongue with mine and erasing some of the doubts that kept creeping in, no matter how hard I tried to keep them at bay.
Despite the heat of our embrace, he gave another full-bodied shiver, and I pulled back. “You want to come up?”
“And meet your roommate?”
“Sure. But mostly, I was hoping I could talk you into fucking me.”
“Jesus.” I felt his dick twitch against my hip, and I grinned “Wait. While he’s in the next room?”
