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Suddenly, I was embarrassed again. Enzo chuckled.

“It’s really alright. I have to admit… I found it kind of hot.”

An unrestrained chuckle escaped me, then it turned into a shy smile. “Still, I was way out of line. And I promise I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m really sorry.”

Enzo reached over and grabbed my arm, sort of caressing it. “I believe you, Stevie.”

“Oh, okay. Good.”

An awkward pause hung in the air between us.

“I guess I’ll get going, then.”

The cute, almost nervous grin on his face faded away, and I immediately missed it. “Oh. Okay.”

I got up from the bed and started gathering my clothes, pulling my underwear up my thighs and stepping into my shorts. Enzo looked like he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure about it. The look in his eyes again made me wonder if he’d thought I was cute when he hired me. If maybe he’d liked something about me but never wanted to cross a line. Had I crossed that line for him? Had he wanted this all along?

I finished getting dressed as Enzo sat on the edge of the bed, still tripped up by his words, his deflating cock hanging between his thighs and a lonely dribble of abandoned white fluid dangling from the slit of his cock. In a moment, it would be swallowed up by his foreskin. A look somewhere between want and uncertainty was written on his face.

The discomfort of the moment was settling in around us. I felt misplaced, as though I had overstepped. Like the deed had been done and he wanted me out of his house.

“Alright, well, I hope you have a good weekend. I’ll be back to walk Rocco on Monday.”

“Sure,” he offered. “Thanks.”

I opened the door and turned to walk out before he finally found the courage to say what he must have been wanting to say the whole time. “Hey, Stevie…”

“Yeah?” I turned to look at him. He stood and approached me, resting his hand on the back of my neck, gripping it gently before dropping it to my shoulder, tracing the curve of my neck along the way. His touch made me weak, as though I might stumble and fall.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

I smiled. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Once he realized I was smiling, he smiled. “And maybe…” He trailed off. I looked him in those blue-green irises again, the ones that were as clear as pool water. His nervousness was intoxicating. “Maybe I could take you out sometime. To dinner?”

He then swooped in quickly and planted a kiss on my lips, sweet this time, full of want and hope and need. His proposition had shocked me. I could understand wanting to hook up again. Sex was easy. It was fun. But a date? What would this guy who clearly had a professional job and did alright for himself want with a dog walker with no foreseeable professional future?

He must have sensed my reticence, fumbling to locate the right words. “I think it’d be fun… to get to know you. You’re very kind. And sweet. And attractive. I’ve thought so since the first time I met you.”

“Uh…” I stumbled.Damn it, Stevie… find your words. “I didn’t know you felt that way. You just always seemed so—” A look of subdued disappointment appeared on his face. He thought I wasn’t interested. Shit. I immediately changed course. “Sure. Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Great.” He beamed, planting another soft kiss on my lips. “Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah.” I felt like such an idiot. I didn’t know what to say. But I wanted him. I wanted Enzo. I wanted to be in his presence. In his space. I just couldn’t figure out how to say it. “Sure.”

No. That wouldn’t do. It wasn’t good enough. I needed to let him know that I was excited and that I wanted him to take meout on a date.Try again, Stevie!“I mean… that sounds nice. I’d love to.”

“Great! I look forward to it.”

We grinned at each other nervously, and a sweet innocence rested between us. It’s funny how that can happen when two people who like each other have just had sex unexpectedly.

“And don’t worry,” he mentioned, sailing a devious smile my way. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

THREE

waiting

God,I was horny. Like, the kind of horny that makes an otherwise reasonable person make stupid choices. The kind of horny that leads to mistakes being made. The kind of mistakes that can’t be undone or fixed with a foot massage or a romantic dinner or even an all-expenses-paid trip to, I don’t know, fucking Fiji or something.

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