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I pull my lips between my teeth fighting back a giddy smile.

“Hmm.”

Simon’s lips move into a frown and he shifts on his feet. “Do you not want to?”

I shake my head, my smile coming out full force. “I fucking do. I was just teasing you.”

He blinks up at me, and I pull him in for a kiss. I have work in an hour and I smell like sex. I really need to get back to my apartment to clean up.

“Okay, can I pick you up?”

“Hell yes, you can,” I say, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. Best fucking week ever.

“Okay. Send me your address.”

“Do I need to dress up?” I kiss him again because I can and Simon blushes. “You gonna take me on a fancy date? Wine and dine me?”

“Yeah.”

I grin goofily and then throw my thumb over my shoulder. “Gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yeah,” he says and then walks me to the door, kissing me softly before I leave, and I can’t fucking wait for tonight. I barely make it through my work day, my mind swirling with the possibilities of him.

Of what we could be now that he’s back in my life.

How I managed to survive these past six months is beyond me.

When I’m finally home, I shower and change, pulling on the best outfit I have—a button-down shirt rolled up my forearms and a pair of jeans.

When Simon makes an appearance at my door, his mouth drops open.

“You look…” he wets his lips. “You look really fucking good.”

I smirk at him and shove my hands in my pockets. “So do you.”

I take in his nicely pressed pants and his collared shirt. He looks like he always does. All nicely put-together. I can’t wait to take him apart.

“So where are we going?” I ask, slipping my hand into his and walking down to his car. He opens the door for me like a gentleman, and I feel myself swoon. Goddammit, but he’s so fucking cute.

He clears his throat. “Let it be a surprise, Wesley.”

I shift in my seat and buckle in as he slides into the driver’s side. The car roars to life and I turn my head, taking him in once more.

“So, you must still be pretty serious about me if you’re taking me out.”

He meets my stare. “I’ve never stopped being serious about you.”

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We eat dinner at a small upscale restaurant on the other side of town. The prices on the menu are absurd, but Simon assures me it’s fine, that he wants to treat me, so I order what I want. And boy do I watch him eat, watch that mouth move, that tongue slide out and lick his lips. My dick takes notice. I make my way through a five-course meal with a hard-on.

Simon doesn’t seem to notice my predicament as we chat about our time spent apart from each other. I tell him about my move and my new job and also about my family while he talks about his classes and his friends and how John is doing.

That’s the part of the conversation that makes my stomach roil, but he moves past it, assuring me that it’s fine. John is finally getting the help and support he needs from a local church group. While Simon still calls to check in on him, John is drinking less and seems to be doing better overall.

When dinner is finally paid for, Simon drives me over to the ice rink, and I let out a surprised laugh.

“You trying to break my ass, Simon?” I ask, and he flushes deeply.

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