Page 25 of Loving Leo

Rude.

But maybe I will if he keeps looking at me.

I let out another snort and then see another message, this time from my mom.

Mom:

You alive, baby? Just making sure you’re not carved up in the bottom of a well.

Good god. She is as bad as Asher. I know this because when she stops by the two of them talk about horrific things.

Me:

Hi mom. I’m alive. Just walking to my car from work.

Not dead, carved up or in a well.

Mom:

Good news. Come visit me soon.

Me:

I will. Love you.

Mom:

Love you baby boy.

“What are you doing? I could have murdered you,” a deep voice says.

My phone slips from my hand and lands at my feet. My eyes slam into Heath who stands near me, hands in his sweatshirt pockets.

“Hi!” I say with a bright smile, my heart thumping awkwardly in my chest. Could be having a heart attack. Don’t really know. It’s all wobbly and mismatched rhythms. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Just walking by,” he says and I arch an eyebrow at him.

“It’s two in the morning.” My grin widens and I waggle my eyebrows at him. “You’re coming to get your candy, huh?”

His cheeks positively burn bright red, even in the dim lights of the parking lot.

“I was not. I just couldn’t sleep.”

Oh god, why do I immediately want to offer to suck him off so he can get some shut eye. I can’t do that. Mostly because it would be wrong but also because I don’t want to be turned down. I have a very fragile ego at the moment. The past four days have me questioning all sorts of things.

“Well, I’m up. Do you want to grab a cup of coffee? A hot chocolate?” I feel proud of myself. I wanted to offer a nice blowie with a side of cum, but decided to be respectable. Just because I’m a janitor-camboy doesn’t mean that I am a perv.

Mostly, anyway.

“There’s a coffee shop open right over there, if you want to go.”

He eyes me, his lips pursing and then he nods. “Lead the way.”

I feel almost giddy, everything else forgotten as I scoop up my phone and then nearly skip my way down the sidewalk. Heath is quiet beside me and I can’t help the word vomit coming up my throat. There’s no way to stop it either.

He just has to live with it.

“So how have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages. Not since you touched my wiener.”

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