Page 49 of Last Call Lindy Hop
I grinned as I hopped up to remove the lasagne from the oven so that it could rest before Lance arrived. We’d planned a night in, dinner and a movie cuddled on my couch, and I couldn’t wait.
I loved having him in my arms; the way he always seemed to melt into my embrace. And I planned to enjoy as much of him as I could that night.
I’d just slid a tray of garlic bread into the oven when there was a knock at the door, and I practically skipped to answer it.
Lance stood outside my apartment with a bright bouquet of carnations in his hands, and a soft smile on his face.
I grinned and kissed him softly as he stepped in. There were still days when I was in awe that this gorgeous man was my boyfriend, and I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him.
Lance sighed softly as we parted, chasing the kiss until I gave him another.
“Hungry?” I murmured against his lips while my free hand explored his back.
“Mm-hmm,” he responded.
“Good.” I kissed him again. “Lasagne’s ready, and garlic bread will be by the time I get these in a vase.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed. “Sounds perfect.”
“I thought so,” I teased.
A few minutes later we were chatting over dinner, Lance explaining that he’d landed a new client, which, when combined with the others, would have him working nearly twenty hours a week.
“It’s perfect,” he said around bites of food. “I’m starting to feel useful, but it still leaves room for the bad days.”
I reached my free hand across the table and rested it on his. “There will be fewer of those over time.”
“I know,” he replied with a soft smile. “Thanks to you.”
I shook my head. “No, you’re doing it yourself. All I’m doing is giving you space to decompress.”
He blushed, and I squeezed his hand. “You’re a strong man Lance, even when you might feel weak. Your healing was always a matter of when, not if.”
“Are you sure?”
I smiled. “I wouldn’t lie to the man I love.”
He blinked, then whispered, “What did you say?”
I stared for several seconds, unsure what he meant. Then my smile turned into a grin. I kept my hand on his even as I stood, rounded the table, and knelt in front of him. “I said that I love you.”
Tears slipped from his eyes, even as a beautiful smile spread across his face. “Say it again…”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he proclaimed, half laughing, half crying as he abandoned the chair for the circle of my arms.
The words, spoken so sincerely, were glorious. A choir of angels couldn’t have produced a more beautiful sound than those four syllables.
We kissed until we were breathless, but I gasped in shock when Lance grabbed my ass and my cock immediately perked up in interest.
Oh I wanted, and for just a moment, as I pulled him close and ground my erection against his I forgot myself.
Then I remembered and broke the kiss, fighting to get air into my lungs.
“Eli..” he breathed.
“I…” I panted. “Wait.”
