Page 75 of Reluctantly You

I don’t ever entertain, too busy with work.

It’s lonely as fuck.

“Nice place,” he says as he shuffles by me. I breathe him in as he moves past and bite down roughly on my lip.

“It is,” I say and then follow him into the kitchen. It’s an open floor plan, marble counters and wood plank floors leading into the living room. The food is set on the island, plates and silverware next to it. “I ordered in.”

He nods and fiddles with a plate, looking around and huffing slightly.

“Do you not like Italian?” I ask, and his eyes meet mine, unsure and slightly afraid.

“I like it.”

“Then why are you huffing and puffing?”

He clears his throat and then swallows. “Nervous, I think.”

My lips twitch and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

“I am too.”

His eyes snap to mine and he shakes his head. “Fuck off.”

“I am. You fuck with my head, Mitchell.” I hand him a plate and then we dish up; parmesan pasta, garlic bread, and salad.

When we’re ready, I pour him a glass of wine and we move to the table which is situated near the open accordion doors. The warm summer breeze drifts in, making my skin prickle with anticipation.

“It’s nice out. I hope you don’t mind,” I say, and he just shrugs, sitting down next to me and digging into his food.

Something inside of me pulses with happiness. He’s here, enjoying himself.

He actually came.

He clears his throat after a moment. “Itisa nice evening,” he says, and then gestures out toward the sunset. “And a beautiful view. Lilac and fuchsia. A nice color combination.”

My eyebrows rise at that, but I don’t comment on it.

The two of us eat in silence, filling up on food until our stomachs are near bursting.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, sitting back and taking a sip of his wine. “Don’t even like wine, but this goes together nicely, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It does.”

He smirks at me, and I can’t help but grin back.

When our gazes meet, those smiles slip slightly and both of us take awkward sips of our wine, not sure what to do next.

Why the fuck did I ask him to come over?

What the hell was I thinking?

“So why am I here?” he asks, shifting slightly in his seat.

My eyes slip down his body and I feel my cock perk up. I want to know where he’s been on his lunch breaks, and I want to fuck him.

That’s why.

“What have you been up to?” I ask, hoping he’ll tell me right away.

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