Page 45 of Last Call Lindy Hop
I hoped that he felt the same, because I wanted to be with him.
Actually, when I thought about it he was probably the first person whom I could actually imagine a future with. All my relationships with women had been fun, but eventually I’d had to face the fact that they might want something long-term, and I’d never been ready. But with him?
I smiled. I could see our future ahead of us, dates, kisses, cuddling like this on cool nights, and…
My cock twitched as I briefly thought about being intimate with him.
Whelp, well that was a big ‘ole sign that I was most definitely bi. Still, we were nowhere close to that. I had no idea how fast he would want to take things, and I wasn’t going to push.
He needed to heal, and how or if a relationship could happen alongside was up to him. I would wait as long as he needed.
Lance shifted against me, and I glanced down to see him yawn adorably. Then he blinked open his eyes, and he stared for several seconds.
“It wasn’t a dream…” he whispered.
I shook my head and brushed my fingers across his face. “Not a dream. I’m here.”
He smiled softly, and while it was clear there were clouds of pain inside him, it was like a bright dawn had broken across his face.
Then he seemed to remember something, and a pink blush dusted his cheeks. “Sorry… about crying on you like that.”
I shook my head. “Cry as much as you need. I’d rather you lean on me to cry than bottle it up.”
“Thank you.”
We were silent for a couple minutes, him relaxing against me while I traced circles on his back.
My leg was still asleep, but I’d deal with that later.
“Eli?” Lance asked, face turned away.
“Hmm?”
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“What you said at the door… about kissing.”
I smiled. “Yes. I wanted to kiss you then, and I still want to kiss you.”
He looked up, and our eyes met again. He licked his lips. “Umm…”
“Do you want to kiss me Lance?”
That lovely pink back on his cheeks. “Yeah.”
“Then whenever you’re ready. I’m not going to rush you.”
He sat up. “And if I’m ready now?”
“Are you sure?”
There was a beat of silence, then a nod. “I want this…” he whispered.
“Ok.”
I scooted closer, angling myself and leaned in, giving him every chance to change his mind.
