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Kaleb smiled, feeling warmth spread through him. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted tonight to be special for us.”
Jasha looked at him, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “Kaleb, I… I’m starting to like you. But I’m not sure why you wanted tonight to be special.”
Kaleb’s heart sank a little, but he forced himself to stay positive. “I want to be with you when you have a choice. But I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for or don’t want.”
Jasha sighed, looking down at his drink. “It’s just…things are complicated right now. With my father, the holidays, and everything.”
Kaleb reached out, gently lifting Jasha’s chin so their eyes met. “Hey, I’m here with you at this club because I want to be. Whatever you’re dealing with, we can face it together. You don’t have to go through it alone.”
Jasha’s eyes softened, and he gave Kaleb a small smile. “Kaleb, you’re the reason I’m dealing with the problems, so I doubt you can help. I know you meant what you said, though.”
“In your eyes, I’m the cause, but you don’t know the power that I have to change things enough to make you happy.”
“I don’t know any of that, but time will tell what you can do.”
A new hope washed over Kaleb, filling him with renewed optimism. They weren’t a couple yet, but he would be patient and wait. For now, he was just happy to be with Jasha, dancing and laughing in this magical place by the lake.
“Let’s sit at our booth with our drinks,” Kaleb suggested.
“Good idea.”
The dance floor came alive as Arlo and Frankie twirled and spun; their energy was contagious to everyone around them. They were a good match, meeting each other’s needs. He wanted that strong bond with Jasha, where they could understand each other without even saying a word.
They took a seat at the booth, their bodies angled towards each other, ready for a deep conversation. When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still for a moment.
“You look exceptionally handsome tonight,” Kaleb complimented, his words filled with genuine admiration and desire.
“Thanks. You’ve always looked hot,” Jasha said.
“Always? Since when? Just today?”
“Ever since you first showed up at our apartment, I thought that. I even told my father, but he told me you weren’t for me.”
“Did you want me?”
“In bed, I did. That’s all I’m going to say about that.” Jasha’s face turned a vibrant shade of red, and he immediately shifted his attention to his lap, avoiding eye contact.
“Do you want me in bed now?”
“Maybe.” This time, Jasha mustered the courage to meet Kaleb’s eyes.
“Would you consider cuddling in my bed tonight?” Kaleb waited for his answer apprehensively. Was he pushing him too soon or too hard? He wanted him to be his boy so badly.
Jasha grinned and said, “I would if you would hug me as Daddy Kaleb would, not Mr. Bronson or Kaleb.”
“I could do that. I want this for us.”
“If only things were different.”
Kaleb put his fingers on Jasha’s lips. “Things will be different. Give me time.”
Arlo and Frankie joined them at the booth.
“Everything okay over here?” Arlo asked.
“Yes, it’s getting late. We should go if you guys are ready?” Kaleb asked.
“We’re beat and ready to go.”
