Page 60 of Taking Care of You
“So, Jakoby,” Frank says while he’s chasing a cherry around his plate with his fork. “What do you plan to study in college?”
I clear my throat and put my hands in my lap. “I want to be a physicist. To study time, space, energy, things like that.” I glance at Ethan and see how he’s beaming at me. I’m not sure why, I’ve told him my future career plans before.
“My creep is smart, Pops. He’ll be a great physicist.” He leans over and plants a kiss on my cheek, making them both heat. Grace smiles over at us and I feel the warmth all over my face.
I’m not sure about the etiquette for kissing in front of parents, but it looks as if they don’t mind him kissing his boyfriend in front of them.
Boyfriend.That will never get old.
Frank nods, finally spearing the cherry onto his fork. “That’s good. How long is school for that?”
“About ten years, if I don’t fast track. Eight years if I do. I’m going to try to fast track my undergrad, then take my time for my master’s and PhD.” I think that’s the most I’ve ever said to his parents. This time, it’s not hard to speak up. I love talking about my future career.
I’ve wanted to be a physicist since I learned that was a career I could have. I’ve always loved math and science, and I loved experiments more. And I can experiment with space and time? Sign me up. I’m not sure if I’ll make any breakthroughs, but it will be fun to try.
Grace leans forward and says, “Don’t burn yourself out. You don’t have to rush to get to your career. I know you’ll do great, though.” She winks at me and I smile. They really are good people.
We talk more, but after a while, they leave for their volunteer shift at the homeless shelter.
Ethan walks his parents to the door, and I go sit in the theater room, changing from football to a rom-com I’ve heard a lot about. I’m not ashamed to admit that I love rom-coms and will more than likely cry before the movie is over.
When he comes back, Ethan stretches out on the couch, laying his head on my lap. I smooth my hands over his hair, listening to him hum lightly.
“That feels good,” he says, turning on his side and scooting closer to my hand. We sit like this for the duration of the movie, Ethan occasionally bringing one of my hands to his mouth to kiss softly. The ease of just relaxing with him feels like heaven.
After the movie ends, Ethan sits up and scoots over to me. He leans into me until I lie down flat on the couch, and he wraps my legs around him. He drops his lips to mine, taking them in asoft and deep kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and Ethan drops down onto me, his weight feeling good pressing me into the cushions, his hard cock sliding against mine.
We don’t get time to enjoy the feeling for too long, though. Ethan’s doorbell rings right when his hand is moving to slide under my shirt.
“Ugh,” he says, summing up how I feel. “Would I be rude if I told them to go home?"
I laugh and push him up, nudging him to go to the door. “Wait until they leave.”
The look on his face forces me to bite back a moan. He looks…hungry. For me. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he growls at me with one last kiss.
The doorbell rings again and Ethan gets up to answer the door, adjusting his dick along the way. I follow suit, making sure my cock isn’t standing up and saying hello to anyone.
I’m shocked to see Ryder and Crystal walk in. I didn’t hear her loud-ass car.
She bounds over to me. “Umm…what the fuck is this house? I mean, Ryder’s is nice, but this is…beautiful. And you live here?!”
Chuckling, I give her a hug. “I don’t live here. Just stay the night from time to time.”
“You can,” I hear quietly. I look over to Ethan and he shrugs. “You can. Really. My parents love you. They wouldn’t mind.”
“I have a place to live, Ethan.”
A place that I don’t love, but I don’t want him to get tired of me. We already spend a lot of time together. If he woke up and went to sleep with me in his house, he’d get tired of seeing me. Then I’d have to go home. Back to square one.
He shrugs and starts talking to Ryder, who turned football back on. Crystal is keeping a conversation going with me and watching the game, a skill she’d learned while we were young,since I don’t follow football like she does, but I spent a lot of Thanksgivings with her and her dad.
It takes me a minute to think about it, but when I do, I give her a look. “You came here with Ryder.”
“Yeah. We’ve been chatting over the past week. He asked if I needed a ride.”
“Chatting?” I look over at him and Ethan, and they’re deep in conversation about the game. “Chatting how?”
Crystal shrugs. “Just talking. He’s…different. I think I may have misjudged him.” She glances back at Ryder, who makes eye contact and winks at her. She rolls her eyes, but smiles.
