Page 37 of Teasing the Winger

It takes a moment before I feel like I can talk without sounding as turned on as I am, but eventually, I’m able to respond to his question. “I saw a post on social media when I was scrolling last night. I figured it would be perfect because it’s low-key but still fun.”

He nods and smiles as the band starts to play. We eat our meal in comfortable silence as we listen to the band play covers of well-known songs. People closer to the stage dance and sing along with the band. I enjoy taking in the scene around us, but my gaze always drifts back to the gorgeous man at my side.

“I think this is the best date I’ve ever been on,” Sasha admits quietly after we’ve finished our food.

His head is resting on my shoulder and the band is now playing what they announced as an original. It’s a ballad, and I find myself gently swaying to the beat.

“Does that mean you would be open to more dates?” I check.

He tilts his head toward me and there is a soft smile on his lips. “I would love nothing more than to go on a lot more dates with you.”

I shift a little so I can lean into Sasha and steal a kiss that he immediately melts into. Since we are in public, I try not to get carried away, keeping the kiss gentle and PG-rated.

Eventually, we break for air and turn our attention back to the band. As we listen in comfortable silence, I pull him into my arms so that his back is resting against my chest. I’ve always enjoyed cuddling with those that I’ve built a deeper connection with, but I don’t think anyone has felt as good in my arms as Sasha does right now.

“This has been one of the best nights of my life,” Sasha whispers as the band starts to pack up and other people around us begin to leave.

“Mine too,” I tell him honestly while still holding him tightly, not wanting to let him go just yet. “Would you like to come back to my place for a bit?”

Sasha turns in my arms with a giant grin and nods. “I’d love that.”

The drive to my apartment is mostly quiet except for the low hum of the radio. The silence doesn’t bother me, but it does give me the opportunity to get stuck in my head.

I know I’m the one who invited Sasha back to my place but what I don’t know is what he’s expecting to happen. Would he be happy with just cuddling and making out or would he want more? Am I ready for more? I’m not sure. I think I am, but I’ve thought that in the past and when I got into the bedroom with my partner, I couldn’t get it up, even though I wanted to. I already feel a deeper sexual and emotional connection with Sasha than I have with others I’ve dated, but that doesn’t do a lot to settle my insecurities.

I like Sasha and I want him, I really do, but sometimes what my brain wants and what my body wants can be two different things. I just really don’t want to disappoint him if we get up to my room and he’s expecting sex, but my cock isn’t on board.

“Are you all right?” Sasha asks as I’m pulling into my parking lot. “Your hands are shaking.”

I put the car into park before turning to him and taking a deep breath. “I’m nervous,” I confess quietly.

He tilts his head to the side. “About what?”

“About what happens when we get to my room.”

His eyes fill with understanding, and he reaches over to run his fingers gently over my cheek. “I don’t have any expectations for tonight,” he assures me. “We could spend the night playing video games on the couch with your roommates. Or we could spend our time in your room cuddling. Or we could do more if that’s what you want, but I really don’t care. I agreed to come back to your place because I didn’t want this night to end, but I don’t care what we do as long as I get to spend more time with you.”

His words push away my anxiety, and I feel like I can finally breathe again.

“Are you sure?” I check, and he chuckles.

“I’m positive. I know I’ve built a reputation for myself, and everyone sees me as the guy who is only wanting sex, but there’s more to me than that. Sex isn’t all I care about, especially not with you. We’re building a relationship here, or at least I’d like to think we are.” I nod so he knows I’m on the same page. “Then it’s okay if we take things slow. We’ll have all the time in the world to have sex when we’re both ready, but that doesn’t have to be tonight.”

I smile at him and take a deep breath. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

“Always,” he assures me.

We both get out of my car, and I grab his hand to walk him to my apartment.

Monster and Bronny are playing a video game when we enter our place and they both look at us at the same time.

“I take it the date went well,” Bronny questions with a waggle of his brows and smirk.

“It did, but it’s not over,” I tell them, keeping Sasha’s hand in mine. “So, if you wouldn’t mind, please leave us alone and only disturb us if there’s an emergency.”

Monster nods with a big grin, and Bronny whistles at us as we disappear into my room.

“Our friends are ridiculous,” Sasha says with laughter in his tone as I close my door behind us.

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