Page 133 of Call Me Sir

Scampering to the bathroom, I clean up and look at myself in the mirror.

Compared to Sal, I’m small. Almost 5’9 and scrappy. Will I survive what he’s about to put me through

Washing my face, I run a hand through my messed up hair. It was slicked to the side tonight, not that it would show now.

Taking a deep breath in and out, I try to prepare myself for the rest of the night. We’ve had amazing sex since we’ve met, and his romancing me has deepened our connection. Can it get even better?

An eager smile creeps onto my face and I know the rest of the night is gonna ruin me, in the best way of course.

Forty Four

Sal

Cole shuffles into the room wearing a smirk.

“Get over here,” I order lovingly.

Flicking off the bathroom light, he lights up further when I open my arms to him and he burrows into me.

I hold him against my chest, planting a kiss to his messy hair that tickles my nose.

He lets out a long sigh.

“You alright?”

Cole cranes his neck to look up at me. “Yeah. I guess I’m wondering what happens now.”

“Well, if you’re tired we can go to bed.”

“No,” he starts, then squirms from my grip and props himself up on his pillow. “What I mean is, where do we go from here.”

Oh.

“Like, you and me?”

He shrugs.

He wants a definitive answer? I’d laugh if he didn’t appear so discontent.

“We’re boyfriends, yeah?”

A little eagerness floods into his face. “We’re boyfriends?”

The way he says boyfriends it’s as if he’s tasting it out.

“Okay,” he says with finality.

I don’t want to ask, but I have to. I’m not a mind reader. And despite everything I’ve observed and heard, that he’s not been loved right, I don’t want to jump to conclusions.

“That’s okay with you, right?”

“Yeah.” He’s smiling but not looking at me. Instead he scoots back into place in my arm. “What does that look like for you?”

Living together, my brain says.

Jesus, it’s too soon for that. Isn’t it? It’s only been three months.

I bite my bottom lip trying to find where to begin.

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