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Edge:I’m open to doing something other than reading.
Edge:Did I lose you?
Mickey:Sorry. I went to ask Rain what people do? *awkward laugh* He said if we haven’t had dinner, we could do that.
Edge:Oh no. I just ordered dinner. Would you like to come over and share? I got something I always split into two meals anyhow.
Mickey:Sounds great. I’ll be there soon.
Edge:Great. See you then.
Mickey had no idea why he was nervous. That wasn’t a feeling he usually suffered. He would like to think he was a confident guy. But Mickey didn’t really date, so this was unfamiliar territory for him. His job didn’t allow for relationships. Partners were avulnerability. Edge could take care of himself. Still, Mickey had no idea why he was here.
He rang the doorbell and tried to look nonchalant. When Edge answered, all discomfort fell away. He held up the book he had brought.
“We can read together.”
The smile Edge had worn opening the door grew bigger. He stepped back, making room for Mickey to pass. “Is that really what you want to do?”
Mickey shrugged. “I’m about halfway through. Reading is my usual Saturday night too. After Beau is finished working for the night, anyhow.”
“I’m a little more than halfway through my book. We could swap when we get finished.” He motioned for Mickey to follow. “Our food just got here. I have us set up in my room so we can eat in peace. There’s always someone coming and going around here.” He headed down the hall, still speaking over his shoulder as he went. “The kitchen and living room are basically the only common areas around here. If you’re in either room, you’re fair game for Field’s antics.” They passed several closed doors. Everything looked high dollar, but Mickey was used to that and Edge was more interesting. “We each have our own space to get away.” He opened a door, and they were in what looked like an upscale hotel room. There was a sitting room and a mini kitchen. He didn’t see a place to eat other than the small settee.
Mickey looked around while Edge kept moving and talking. He grabbed a bag from the microwave and found a couple of plates. “Luckily, you were right behind the food, so I don’t have to reheat anything. Do you like Mexican? I always get this huge chicken and rice bowl thing.” He showed it to Mickey before he divided it onto two plates.
“Oh. I love that place. It’s…” He searched his mind but couldn’t think of the name. “It’s on the corner of Maple and Main, right?”
Edge flashed him a smile and passed him a plate. “Yeah. I hope you don’t mind eating on the bed. Everyone else has their own table and all that, but I usually just eat in bed. I keep the place clean, and—honestly—it’s less depressing than sitting at a table alone.”
A legitimate reason to get Edge in bed? He was in. “That’s cool. If I can’t eat dinner with Henry, I usually take my food to my room too. If I have to sit alone, I’d rather do it in front of the TV.”
“Exactly.” Edge opened the mini wine fridge. “I have wine, beer, and Coke.”
“Whatever you’re having is fine.”
Edge pulled a Coke from the fridge and passed it Mickey’s way before grabbing one for himself. Together, they headed for the bed. Mickey sat on one side, using the nightstand as a table for his book and drink. Edge did the same on the other. They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes.
Mickey finally broke it. “Thank you for dinner and for keeping me company.”
Edge looked his way. “I’m glad you reached out.” He looked serious.
Mickey felt things. He set his plate on the table and grabbed his drink. Mickey sipped while he waited for Edge to finish. He had always been a fast eater.
It felt like it took forever before Edge finally set his plate aside and chugged his drink. The moment Edge’s hands were free, Mickey rolled to his knees. With one quick tug, he had Edge dragged beneath him.
Laughter swam in Edge’s gorgeous brown eyes. “You’re entirely too comfortable manhandling me.”
Mickey ran his hand up Edge’s side, slipping beneath his shirt. He massaged the first hint of bare skin he reached. “Is this you lodging a formal complaint?”
Edge held his stare. His gaze turned heated. “I’m unsure. I’m used to being the one in control. Around here, anyhow, since I don’t know shit about relationships, I guess I’m okay with you being in charge.”
He said relationships and Mickey didn’t know how he felt about that. Still, he didn’t argue. “I’m not in control. Not in the least.” In fact, Mickey had never been more out of control in his life. That didn’t stop him from lowering his head and taking the kisshe wanted, like he had any idea what he was doing here. Mickey didn’t know shit about how to make or keep anyone happy. All he knew was Edge looked at him in a hungry way no one ever had, and he had to know how that translated into the bedroom. He needed that obsession unleashed on him. Mickey was tired of watching everyone around him find love or just—he didn’t know. People just seemed to enjoy life in a way he never had. Mickey wanted to feel.
Edge pushed, urging Mickey onto his back. “If you’re not in charge, then I want to be.” He straddled Mickey and took the exact kiss Mickey expected from Edge based solely on the way he ate Mickey alive with his stare.
The instant, all-consuming desire that hit Mickey would have taken him to his knees if he had been standing. But Mickey still kept his touch respectful, even as Edge tried to steal his soul. He didn’t know where to put his hands, so he just wrapped his arms around Edge and hung on. Mickey couldn’t deny he was turned on and definitely wanted more. It was good Edge wanted to lead. Mickey didn’t know where he was going.
Edge suddenly rolled to his side. He stayed cuddled close with his leg thrown over Mickey’s body.
