Page 15 of Perfect Matcha
Camden stood and went to ruffle Theo’s hair, but Theo closed his eyes and leaned in, which threw Camden for such a loop that the hair ruffle turned into a caress. And holy shit, Camden needed to take a good five steps away before he touched Theo again and even more gently.
When Camden returned to the table, plated cinnamon roll in hand, Theo seemed comfortable. He was drinking Camden’s smoothie and his laptop screen was filled with spreadsheets and charts and all kinds of stuff that made Camden’s head spin.
Theo inhaled the cinnamon roll, and they shared the smoothie back and forth between them.
“You need electrolytes,” Theo said. “Did you know the body requires more liquid to stay hydrated in the winter than the summer?”
“I didn’t know that.” Camden smiled. Things were starting to feel normal between them again, the elephant in the room no longer sitting on his chest.
“I’m going to get you a drink. My treat, since you bought me a cinnamon roll.”
Before Camden could blink, Theo was out of his seat and at the register. He returned with a bottle of water, a packet of electrolyte powder, and a matcha tea for himself. Theo prepared the bottle of water with the electrolyte powder for Camden.
“Drink that before you leave.” Theo thrust the drink at Camden. “I don’t want you to keel over.”
Camden dutifully finished half the bottle while Theo chattered away about his new mental-health database project. Once Camden was sure Theo was fine and would be able to get some work done, he jogged home.
He went about his evening routine and convinced himself the whole role-play-until-Theo-orgasmed thing from the night before had been nothing but an apparition. A passing fancy that would never be repeated. He made himself a sandwich and sat in front of the TV to watch basketball.
As halftime rolled around, his early morning caught up with him, and he started to doze. When his phone rang, he didn’t open his eyes to answer it.
“Hello?”
There was a beat of silence. Camden’s heartbeat skipped, and he sat up.
He knew who it was, and the person calling hadn’t even spoken yet.
“It’s me. Again.”
