Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Drake – Miami
There was a horn blast from the road, but I didn’t think much of it until the knock at the door.
The guys were upstairs fucking around and probably wouldn’t hear it, but I was in the kitchen making a sandwich.
I left my fixings on the counter and headed to the door.
I opened it slowly, not knowing what to expect.
Sure, I was a big guy and could handle my own, but not against a weapon when I was bare-handed. But I had nothing to worry about.
“Surprise!” Matty squealed and jumped into my arms.
I nearly dropped him. “Fuck. Matty.” I grabbed his ass. “What’re you doing?”
“I missed you, so I came out.” His pouty mouth was too luscious, so I kissed it. And ran my fingers through his short hair.
“Handsome boy, you surprised me for sure.”
“Can I come in, or are we going to stand in the doorway all night?”
“Of course. Come on.” I grabbed his bag from the front stoop and headed across the kitchen to my room at the back of the house.
“Is this okay? I mean, that I came out without telling you.”
“It is.” I dropped his bag in the closet and grabbed him.
“Come here.” I gave him a huge hug and kissed him.
He deserved way better than me. I hadn’t treated him all that well, and yeah, I was a complete grump.
People didn’t realize it was because I worried too much.
But now with him in my arms again those worries didn’t bog me down nearly as much.
“Was that your sandwich in the kitchen?”
“Yep. Want to join me?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Such a simple thing. Making sandwiches with my boyfriend. Who knew that’s what it took to make me happy? Being a rockstar wouldn’t be half as good without him. I shouldn’t have put this off, but now that he was here, I was going to enjoy it.