Page 12 of Semi-Rejected Life

Thankfully, dark curly hair stuffed under a hat and a pair of green eyes glinting in the moonlight greeted me.

“You came,” he said, seemingly surprised.

“You were the one that called me, remember?”

He chuckled, biting his lower lip. “Yeah.”

Damn, he was cute when he did that. We stopped for a moment, just staring at one another. Then my stomach growled loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear.

“Hungry?” he asked, laughing.

“A bit.” I patted my stomach as I slid off the hood of the van. “Do you want to eat here or on the beach?”

“Obviously on the beach.”

“That was my thought too,” I smiled, grabbing my bag. “Seems a lot more romantic to have dinner under a moonlit sky.”

I could see Vincent blush even in the dark. “It’s just pizza,” he replied. “Nothing special.”

“Eating anything with a cute boy seems special to me.”

He bit his lower lip again and a jolt of electricity went straight to my cock. This guy was killing me. Seriously. Usually I didn’t feel that nervous when I was on the prowl. But something about this guy gave me the shakes. For some reason I had this sudden fear of screwing this thing up. What was this thing that I was worried about? There was nothing between us and we knew almost nothing about one another. I pushed the unintelligible thoughts away, but the sensation remained.

The walk out to the beach was pretty quiet. Vincent carried his warming bag with the pizza tucked inside and I was right behind him with my backpack. I had a good view of his tight little butt in those jeans and of course that didn’t help the growing problem in my pants at all. I was only thankful for the darkness that might allow me to cover it up at least a little before the time was right.

I wanted to talk, to break the ice in any way that would get us going. But for some strange reason, I couldn’t find the words. I was so intimidated by this guy all of a sudden. Getting a faceful of his beautiful scent the entire walk didn’t help. It made it hard to think at all with anything but my dick.

We reached the beach, took a seat, and Vincent pulled out the pizza. Smiling at one another, we both took a piece and began to eat.

Silence.

I felt like I was chewing impossibly loud. Then, when I took a water bottle out and took a drink, I wasn’t sure I’d ever gulped so damn loud in my entire life. Even with the waves washing gently against the shore not too far away, I still felt like I was the most obnoxious person on the planet.

“So…” I said at last, forcing myself to break the silence. “How was your day?”

Vincent smiled, glancing over at me. “Small talk? Really?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. I just thought you’d be so smooth and dishing out compliments left and right like you were yesterday.”

“Believe it or not, I’m feeling a bit nervous.” I wasn’t sure why I chose to admit that. It just sort of happened. “That doesn’t usually happen to me.”

“I’m always nervous,” Vincent replied. “Always waiting for the person across the table to get up to go to the bathroom and never come back.”

“Well,” I chuckled, looking around. “There’s no bathrooms out here, so I guess you’re stuck with me.”

He blushed again. “My day was good. Busy. But the shop is always like that.”

“A successful business owner,” I nodded. “Good for you. Not many people can pull that off, Carino.”

“I still have no idea what that means,” Vincent laughed nervously. “Are you calling me an asshole or something?”

“It means cute in Italian,” I smiled. “Because you are.”

“I’m not–”

“No,” I interrupted. “You are. And you’re really bad at taking compliments.”

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