Page 58 of Boyfriend
Weston’s skills are unparalleled. But that’s not even the shocking part. The intimacy is. I don’t know what to do with all that eye contact. And the broken sounds he makes when he comes.
My poor little lonely heart can’t handle all that loving attention. It’s like standing too close to a bonfire. You already know how cold you’ll feel when you finally step away.
“Abbi,” Weston rasps. “Can I stay over?”
“Of course,” I say just a little too quickly. “I might even have an extra toothbrush.”
“I brought mine,” he says with a grin.
“Look who planned ahead,” I tease, although my heart is still fluttering over the idea that Weston wants to sleep in my bed tonight.
“I didn’t expect you to invite me in,” he says. “But I sure hoped you would. It’s a fine line.”
“We could watch a movie or something,” I suggest.
“Or something,” he whispers.
And I smile up at my ceiling.
* * *
Following our Sunday night (and Monday morning!) sexfest, both Weston and I have very busy weeks.
I glimpse him once, on Wednesday night at the Biscuit, but table seventeen is not in my section.
Then, when I’m waiting for an order in the kitchen, I feel my phone buzz with a text. When I pull it out of my pocket, I see the text is from Weston. I know you’re busy. But won’t you come over here and give me a kiss?
Me: In front of the bitchy manager who will soon owe me a $1500 bonus? Think again.
Weston: Bummer. You look hot and I miss you.
Me: Never knew you had an apron kink.
Weston: I have an Abbi kink. And tomorrow I’m going to South Bend, Indiana. Before we leave, I need to write a paper. So I can’t even invite myself over tonight.
Me: That is a bummer.
Weston: We get back Sunday night. Come over?
“Ooooh!” Carly shrieks.
I whirl around, and find her reading over my shoulder. “You just about gave me a heart attack.”
“I’d have a heart attack too if Weston Griggs invited me over.”
“Girls,” Kippy says from the doorway. “What’s going on?”
I shove my phone into my pocket and grab two plates of wings off the counter. “Not a thing. Excuse me.” I lift my chin and march toward the dining room.
“Don’t chase after the boys at table seventeen,” he says with a sniff. “Be a shame if I had to fire you before your year was out.”
Carly lets out an angry gasp, but I don’t even break my stride. I carry the wings out and then run a new order to the bar.
And I don’t touch my phone for the rest of the night. I can’t afford to screw up, no matter how good a kisser Weston is. He’s a great guy. I’ve got only good things to say about him.
He’s fun, and he’s sexy. But he’s a distraction I can’t really afford. And that’s just the way it is.
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