Page 44 of Loving Leo

“Want to grab a hot chocolate with me?” I ask and Leo’s eyes widen, his lips parting in surprise. I stare at those lips a little too long.

For some reason, I want to taste them.

“Fuck yeah. I mean. Yes. Totally. Totally cool, man.”

I can’t help thinking about how enthusiastic he is just to go out for hot chocolate. I like it. A whole lot. “Let’s clean up and head out?”

He nods and then nearly runs into me as we walk to my bathroom.

“Sorry, just…haven’t come that hard in ages. I think my brain is melted.” I puff up a little from that. I mean, he does this for a living and I may be the most boring person on earth. And yet, his brain is melted.

I melted his mind.

I let out a small laugh and he grins at me as we wash our hands.

“Glad to be of service.”

“So much service. The best service. You should open a catering service.”

“A hand job one?”

He giggles and then scoffs when he sees himself in the mirror.

“Honestly, Heath. Let me know my shirt is on backwards, please.”

“It’s cute that its on the wrong way.”

“I’m not cute. I’m sexy.”

He is…he so fucking is.

“Ready?” I ask and he nods, linking his arm with mine as we traverse the hallway, his free hand pushing the cart haphazardly. But he makes no attempt to extricate himself from me. He doesn’t let go until we’re in the coffee shop and ordering our drinks.

Then we sit there for a while, just chatting about everything and nothing, my mind expanding with knowledge of him, how he was raised by a single mom, how he was bullied in high school, how it drove his self confidence. And he spends a lot of time telling me about his roommate and the neighbor next door. I try and squash the jealousy for how fondly he speaks of Asher, rationalizing that they’re good friends, but it’s hard.

It’s so fucking hard when I feel like this.

“I’d like you to meet him,” Leo says, licking a finger that had some whipped cream on the tip. It makes me shift on my seat, seeing theway his tongue peeks out. Remembering how that tongue felt on my dick.

“I can meet him,” I say and he wiggles in his seat.

“Oh, really? I mean, you don’t have to but I’ve talked about you enough…”

My eyes widen slightly at that. No one ever talks about me. Except my mom when she gossips.

“You have?”

“Of course.”

He grins at me and then sighs. “I mean, you can come over tomorrow, if you want. Asher is home around three. But our apartment is pretty embarrassing. I mean, it’s like literally falling apart, so maybe that wouldn’t be the best thing.”

“I can meet you wherever. Since I’ve been working late, we can meet up for drinks.”

“Drinks. Love that for all of us.”

He grins at me and I find my lips curling up. I love this for me, too.

The nerves have set in.Meeting Leo’s roommate feels significant. It doesn’t help that Lana is blowing up my phone. Almost as if she can feel how happy I am and wants to sabotage it. The barrage of texts and voicemails leave me feeling frazzled. And of course, she’s managed to get my parents involved as well.

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