Page 26 of Loving Leo

As soon as that hits the air between us, my steps falter and his do too. Damn my fucking tongue. I need to cut it off and throw it into the sea.

“I don’t think we should be calling penises wieners.”

I let out a loud laugh and hear someone yell at me to shut up. Probably someone whose sleep I disturbed.

Oh dear.

“Right. Penis. Dick. Cock.”

I say that last one as I pull the door open to the dimly lit coffee shop that is teeming with students from the local college. It’s no wonder its full. The semester is in full swing and this is the only twenty four hour coffee shop within walking distance.

“This place is a gem. Have you been here before? Coffee is on me. Or you know, if you want a hot chocolate, or anything else.”

I roll my lips between my teeth to keep myself from blathering on and on.

Heath just follows in behind me, accidentally knocking into me. My dick perks up just being near him but I squash that immediately. I don’t want him getting any ideas.

Or really, give me any ideas.

That’s the issue.

I have so many ideas. The things I’d do to him or let him do to me.

My phone beeps again, but I ignore it, staring up at the menu because if I don’t stare at this I’ll be staring directly at Heath. And I think he needs some space.

“You can move up, you know,” he says, his voice far too close to me.

Seems I wasn’t standing far enough away. Seems I was nestled right up against him, back to chest, ass to crotch.

“Right, well I know what I want. What do you want?”

It’s all I can do not to ask if what he wants is me.

“Yeah, I know what I want.”

Well, that’s elusive and sexy as hell. Now my dick is getting all sorts of ideas. When we place our order, me a hot chocolate and him a decaf Americano, we make our way over to an empty seat and I force myself to sit apart from him and not directly on his lap.

“So…how are you?” I ask, trying to be civil and not completely unhinged.

“Tired,” he says.

“Why? You know you should get a better pillow. Or mattress. Oh, a sound machine.”

His eyes blink at my list and then he shakes his head. “That’s not why I’m not sleeping well.”

“Oh.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, not elaborating. Well fuck, now I’m even more intrigued. I lean forward just as our drinks are brought to us, forcing me to lean back again. Damn place. Why are they so fast? I need them to slow down a little bit so I have more time to investigate.

“Well, I sleep very well. Although, if you’re drinking caffeine in the middle of the night no wonder you’re awake.”

“I don’t usually drink caffeine this late. I’m older than you. I can’t manage it. It’s why I got decaf.”

“That’s right you’re forty five right?”

I lean forward, my drink ignored as he leans back and takes a sip from his mug. Damn, the way his lips curl around it and then the way his throat works is not helping my horniness.

“I’m thirty five, you little shit.”

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