Page 20 of Kiss-Fist
And now that I have Robbie as a client, I’m moving ASL higher up on my learning list.
“Okay,” Leaf says slowly and warily. “But…you’re not going to ask me to interpret, right? Because when I said I was semi-retired, what I really meant was Iamretired.”
Whew, there’s a story there, I can tell. But he seems uncomfortable, so I’m not about to make it worse. Apart from liking the guy and also secretly hoping for an invite to his farm and a way to see Michael, I want this place to feel safe for him the way it is for everyone else.
“Not at all. I just want you to know you’ll be at home here. It’s like a big family. Except for fucking Kyle.”
Leaf’s mouth twitches. “Cool. Then how about Thursdays?”
I could do Thursdays. I tap him in for his first forty-five-minute session. “Also, let me give you my number in case anything comes up. And if you feel like sending me chicken pics also, please do.”
“Don’t tempt me. I’ll do it.”
I fold my hands under my chin and bat my eyes at him. “Chicken pics?”
He finally cracks, gives me a genuine smile, which turns into a laugh, and I realize then I’ve got him. A new best friend! Now all I need is to fill the boyfriend gap in my life, and I’ll be all set.
My mind flicks to Robbie, and I put that in a nice little box, seal it, and tuck it away in my mind. No way am I going there. I really can’t. Not only would it be inappropriate, but he’s Deaf, and I don’t even know ASL…though I think I could learn it pretty easily. It’s a visual language, and from what I remember, I can pick up signs quickly. They just seem to click.
But, no. No way.
That would be way too complicated, and despite him being so fucking cute, we’re just too different.
So I won’t look up his number and text him, and he won’t text me, and I’ll move on with life.
Really. I will.
I, in fact, do not move on with life. Robbie shows up two days later for an appointment he booked with me, looking sexy and mussed. His hair is a little messy, and his shirt is on backward. He looks a bit like how I feel when I’m having a bad brain day, which is kind of nice that he’s not always entirely put together.
But I also happen to know that he’s way out of my league now. I asked around after he left and found out he’s a doctor. Like, a guy with an actual PhD, and he teaches at the college not too far from the gym.
No way would a dude like him want to date someone like me. Someone who can barely read and write, who almost didn’t graduate high school or college, and who is mostly a gym bro. Someone who lives with a thousand alarms set on his phone and a bunch of Post-it reminders taped around the house to remember to take out the trash and to finish one chore before starting another.
Still, I can’t help but want him. I wave at him and watch as his cheeks turn a pretty pink. Damn, he’s so fucking cute. Straight upedible. He looks away shyly and then runs a hand across his chest, realizing as he goes that it’s on backward. He sighs loudly.
It’s an adorable sound. I like the little clicks and huffs he makes. He probably doesn’t even know he’s making them, which makes them better because they’re absolutely genuine.
He holds out his phone, something written on it, and I’m slightly disappointed I don’t get to stick my hand in his pocket again.
God, I really shouldn’t want to put my hand in hispocket. Squinting at the screen, it takes me three tries to make the words make sense. But I do get it, and I think it has everything to do with the fact that he types in short, simple words. It’s almost like Deaf texting is perfect for my dyslexic brain.
Robbie: I feel better. Want try again?
I nod and then grab onto his hand, eager to get this started. I’ve never been more excited to work. I decide to have him go on the treadmill again because he looked like a floundering fish on the elliptical.
And as funny as that was, I don’t want him to leave and never return.
When he sees where I’m leading him though, he slows down, but I pull him forward with a gentle tug on his wrist.
He huffs again, and his lips click, and I feel a flutter in my chest.
I wonder if he makes those cute sounds when he’s sucking cock. Or maybe if he’s bent over and getting dicked down.
My dick chubs up slightly, and thank the lords I thought to wear looser shorts today. I knew we had a workout appointment and didn’t want to have this happen. Hecannotknow I’m so hot for him.
I want to keep the mystery alive, you know?
I point to the treadmill, and he shakes his head. Quickly, I rummage around in my mind for the words I’ve been practicing the past two days and sign, ‘You need help?’
