Page 54 of For Your Heart
My heart does a little dance and I nod. “Yes. Okay.”
He kisses me again and I’m fucking flying! It’s wild how high I soar. He’s kissed me three times in the parking lot! Three. In a single day!
Damon lets me go and rounds the side of the car to open the passenger door. I thought my smile couldn’t possibly be wider. Yet, it does. My cheeks hurt at this point as I climb in. He waits until I get settled before shutting the door and going to the driver’s side.
We’re quiet as he drives for the first few blocks until we get to a stoplight. “What do you want to eat?” he asks.
I’m suddenly questioning whether this is a date. I’m wearing gym shorts and thinking about my dick being in a cage… on a date? Our first date? Pretty sure when I look his way, my eyes are owlish.
Damon chuckles. “Okay, what don’t you like?”
“Artichokes and fish,” I answer quickly.
He nods. “All right. How about hot subs?”
“Sure,” I say and then we’re quiet again. My mind starts racing all over. If he invited me, am I supposed to pay? What if he won’t let me? How much am I supposed to insist before it becomes rude? What if I don’t offer and he thinksI’mrude? What if I order something smelly? Ohmigawd what if it gives me gas?!
“You’re thinking very loudly, again,” Damon says and I flinch, my cheeks burning. Yes, they might as well be painted red at this point.
When his hand covers mine, I practically melt. “Take a breath,” he says quietly. “You’re very anxious all of a sudden.”
“Sorry, I just… is this a date?” I cover my face with my other hand. Way to be cool, Sage!
Damon’s lips on the back of my other hand make me look at him. I’m going to combust. That’s it. I’m going to.
“I don’t know,” he says, giving me a sheepish smile. “Can it just be us spending time together?”
“Without sex?” I ask, and then wince. “Not that I don’t want sex. ‘Cause I do. I love your dick. I love—My god I need a muzzle, so I stop talking.”
Damon chuckles as he pulls into a parking lot and sets the car in park. He twists to face me and pulls my mouth to his. I freeze, eyes going wide, and then I practically become goo in his lap. I’m going to be dripping off him.
“Sex, maybe,” he says against my lip. “But let’s start with dinner, okay?”
I nod. “Do you want me to pay? Should I? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do in a gay… friendship thing.”
Damon laughs again. It’s quiet and reaches all the little dark places inside me, lighting them up. “I don’t know who’ssupposed topay, but since we’re in the twenty-first century, I think we can pay for our own whenever we want, regardless of the status of our relationship ‘thing.’” I squint at him. Yeah, I said ‘thing.’ I’m an idiot. “But tonight, I’m going to pay. All you have to do is come with me, choose what you want, and hold my hand while we wait for it. All right?”
My voice is breathless when I ask, “You want me to hold your hand? In public?”
He laughs again and kisses me once more. “You’re adorable, Sage. You know that?”
Damon climbs out of the car and I’m staring after him, slightly stunned. Speechless. Stomach dancing—I highly doubt I’m going to be eating anything tonight. Then my door opens, and he offers me his hand. I take it, feeling… likeeveryoneis watching me now.
Is this a gay thing? Do you always feel watched? I didn’t feel this conscious when I went places with Sammy. Or is it because I’m blushing far too much and that’s what’s drawing people’s attention to me? That I’m the shade of a boiled lobster?
Damon doesn’t let go of my hand once. Not once. Not when we review the menu or when he orders for us—my heart wouldn’t stop racing and my smile was embarrassingly wide when he did this—not when he pays by tapping his phone on the checkout. And not while we wait, as he stands super close and we talk quietly.
For a while, I feel like we are in our own world. So much so that I’m a little disoriented when Damon’s name is called and I’m jarred back into reality.
I hold the bag in my lap as he drives to my house, my leg bouncing the entire time. Our conversation is light and remains so when we sit at the table and eat the subs. Then he moves close, in the chair next to me, and offers me a piece of cookie, by holding it to my mouth.
His eyes lock with mine, a sexy smile on his pouty lips. Swallowing, my fingers shaking, I open my mouth and let him feed me the bite of cookie. We share the whole cookie this way.
It’s sudden when he pushes my chair around and straddles my lap, his hands boxing in my face as he kisses me hard and deep. I groan, gripping his ass and pulling him in tight, thrusting my hips against him. Damon chuckles into my mouth but doesn’t stop kissing me.
He pulls me to my feet and we stumble our way into the living room, where we drop on the couch again. That’s where we stay for a very long time, just kissing. Though I may also drive myself crazy by thrusting my hips to his, grinding my hard dick against his equally hard length.
After a while, when I’m too light-headed to think anything at all, our kissing stops, and he lays on top of me, just as we did two days ago.
