Page 24 of Lustful Nights

Jensen:?

Jensen:Or not.

Jensen:We don’t have to go on a date.

Jensen:It’s cool.

Another text bubble pops up and I snicker, my fingers flying across the keyboard.

Lennox:I’d love to

Jensen:Fuck. Really?

Lennox:Yeah, really.

Jensen:You had me worried there for a second.

Lennox:Sorry! Out eating with Preston. But I would love to go on a date. I don’t work on Thursday night.

Jensen:Thursday, it is. Call me tonight when you get off work.

Lennox:It’ll be late.

Jensen:I’ll wait up

“How are you doing Preston? Oh, I’m great. Thanks for asking, Lennox.”

“You’re so dramatic, but okay. My phone is put away.” I wave it in the air before putting it in my pocket. “When are you going to get up on the stage?” I ask him for the millionth time. Preston would do fucking amazingly in a performance. Even if he tripped all over the place, the customers would still go crazy for him. He’s smaller, probably what most would consider a twink, with floppy brown hair and gorgeous light brown eyes. He’s a total cutie, and I know he could earn a lot more money up there than being behind the bar.

“I can’t do it. There’s no way. I would either fall on my face and humiliate myself, or you all would see my heinous dance moves, and I’d embarrass myself that way. I promise I’m good with making drinks.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Tell me more about this mystery man.”

“All right, all I’m going to say is he’s sexy as hell. With a thick beard, tattoos, and rides motorcycles.”

“Damn! Well, I hope it works out for you.”

“Same, Preston. Same.”

I’m sitting on my couch, my leg bouncing incessantly. I didn’t think I would be this nervous, but now that Jensen is on his way, my heart is pounding, and I have a sheen of sweat that will not go away. Declan is out doing Declan things, so I don’t have to worry about him seeing me take off with Jensen. Keeping a secret from him has been hard as hell, but I’m not ready to say anything about what’s going on until I’m more sure of what’s happening between us. There are two loud knocks on the front door, and I slowly stand up, making my way to it.

I fling the door open, coming face to face with Jensen. “Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes widening when I realize I’ve said it out loud.

Jensen laughs, leaning closer to place a kiss on my cheek. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” I preen, looking down at my white jeans with my bright red polo. “You look pretty good yourself.” Jensen’s wearing dark blue jeans with a black button-down and a leather jacket.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Let’s do it.” I pick my backpack up off the floor, tossing it over my shoulder. “Will this fit on your bike?”

“Yeah, you’ll just have to wear it. Come on, we’re going to be late.” He grabs hold of my hand, dragging me out of the apartment and down the stairs. Grabbing the second helmet on his motorcycle, he places it on my head. He adjusts the straps, his eyes concentrating hard on making sure it fits me well. “All right, I’m going to get on the bike, and I’ll help you get on after.”

He swings his leg over the bike, setting it upright before reaching his hand back out to me. I place my hand in his as he helps me get onto the motorcycle. Snuggling in close behind him, I set my arms around his stomach, locking them tightly.

“Hold on.”

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