Page 60 of Unmasking You

“We are not. We are going to sell them that little project you have.”

“You mean convince them to come to our foundation and teach our kids technology, and to help them by offering them apprenticeships? That project?”

“Yep. This is your chance to get your dad off your back, and to do something good for those kids.”

“I’m not ready for this.”

“Mate, you were born ready.”

We banter like this until an hour later he’s parking the car. I’ve never been here, but I’ve heard of this place. They’re very LGBTQ+ friendly.

“Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Yep, it was their choice.”

I’m not sure what to expect when we enter the place, but I immediately love the cacophony of colours, all in theme with what this pub-slash-restaurant represents.

“We have a reservation under Witman, ”Karl says as soon as the manager appears.

“Please follow me,” she says while picking up the menus.

The table is still empty, and I choose the spot facing the restaurant so I can distract myself from my plaguing thoughts of Jamie and what’s going to happen between us.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to check whether he’s texted me back, when a familiar voice has me raising my head. Jamie is here in the flesh with his friend Alexi, a beautiful grin on his face.

“Are you following me?” he jokes, leaving me breathless.

I keep looking at him as if I’m seeing a ghost, and his grin fades and his face falls.

“I was here first.” I want to smack myself. Could I be any more lame?

His grin comes back, and if that’s what lame gets me, I want to be lame all my life.

“Do you know each other?” Karl asks, and I turn to him ready to explain, but his smug smile tells me all I need to know. He knew Jamie was going to be here. He must have planned everything.

If Jamie wasn’t here, I would have kissed him and kicked him at the same time.

I watch in trepidation as they get settled.Please, sit next to me, I keep praying.

I’m out of my skin with happiness when Jamie chooses to sit next to me, and I can’t stop myself from touching his leg with mine, just needing to be sure he’s really here with me.

The zing of pleasure that shoots from our point of contact has my cock taking interest, and by the way Jamie is looking at me, he felt something too. I love his pink cheeks, and I wish I could be doing something to spread that redness way below his chin.

I reign my wild thoughts in. Him being here doesn’t mean he wants more.

We go through the motion of reading the menu and ordering, and I still can’t stop looking at him.

“How are you?” Jamie asks, leaning forward and making me believe we’re the only ones in the world.

“I’m good. I was discharged today, and I’m going for a long ride tomorrow.”

“Are you in need of freedom?”

Even when we were still at war, when we were enemies, he was really listening to me. That makes me so happy I can’t stop a smile from taking over my face, and the euphoria coming from Jamie’s vicinity makes me bold.

“Do you want to come with me?” I say it as if I’m not dying to receive a yes from him.

“Yeah, I’d really love that.”

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