Chapter 15
Fifteen
Angelo
“I mean if you don’t have to get going,” I rush to throw out. I don’t know where the word popped out of me to begin with. We’re fuck buddies. Things like watching movies, eating Chinese food, and sleepovers aren’t really part of the package.
Thomas grins at me. His hand goes to the back of my neck, curling into my hair there and pulling me closer again.
He kisses me with just a brush of his lips.
Teasing me more than satisfying. “I don’t have to leave.
” Then he kisses me for real, sliding his tongue into my mouth and holding me there as he takes what he wants.
With the kiss finished, we stay there for a moment looking at each other as the water washes over us.
I make the first move, grabbing the soap and lathering up my hands before I place them on Thomas’s chest. I know there are probably more efficient ways of cleaning, but I’ll take the excuse to get my hands on him again.
From the way he chuckles, he doesn’t seem to mind.
We take turns cleaning each other, trading kisses as we go.
By the time I turn off the water, we’re half hard again, but neither of us seems in a hurry to do something about it.
We dry off, and I grab a fresh pair of underwear and sleep pants from my dresser.
Thomas grabs his boxers from the floor in the living room and slides those back on, but doesn’t bother with the rest of his clothes.
We take our spots on the couch, picking up our forgotten food, and I restart the movie.
I don’t think either of us was really watching it before.
We’re sitting close together on the couch, but as we finish our food, we inch closer.
He shifts to move one of his legs behind me, and I follow suit to move between his legs.
It’s nice. Being held by him. I can’t remember the last time I cuddled with someone like this.
And maybe that’s a sign that I should try dating again rather than the occasional hookup.
But at the moment, the only guy I’m interested in is the one right here with me, and I don’t know how he would react if I brought it up.
It’s not what we agreed to. This was supposed to be simple, no strings attached, fucking.
My eyes tune in and out of the movie. I don’t realize I’m falling asleep until the credits are rolling, and I realize I don’t remember half of it. “Come on,” Thomas whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.
I don’t wanna move. Getting up means the night is over, and he’ll leave again.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Thomas tries again.
I let him shift this time, and somehow, we both end up standing.
Thomas doesn’t reach for the rest of his clothes.
He leads me into my bedroom and lays down with me.
He presses soft butterfly kisses along my cheeks and my lips before he moves to my ear. “Goodnight, baby.”
I wake up first. Thomas is still there, wrapped around me. I didn’t imagine it. He stayed the whole night. Part of me wonders if I’m dreaming, but another part of me doesn’t want to get out of bed and ruin it. His leg is draped over me, pinning me to the bed, and I can’t be bothered by it.
I wouldn’t be moving at all except my bladder is uncomfortably full.
I need to use the restroom badly. Shifting slowly in an attempt not to disturb Thomas, I make a dash for the toilet.
Once my business is taken care of, I make my way back to bed only to see Thomas propped up on his side, his head resting on his hand as he looks at me. “Morning.”
“Good morning, you want breakfast?” I ask.
His eyes roam over me, taking in my bare chest, and for a moment I think he has a different type of breakfast in mind.
“Sure, I could eat,” he says finally. Thomas stretches as he sits up, raising his hands above his head and giving me a perfect view of his lean muscles stretching out over his chest and belly.
He isn’t the fittest guy. He doesn’t have a six-pack or anything, but that doesn’t make him any less sexy.
I ignore my morning wood as we make our way to the kitchen, and it’s about this time that it’s catching up with me; I don’t have much to offer in the way of breakfast foods.
I’m not usually the type to cook in the morning.
“Is cereal okay?” I ask, opening the cabinet to show him my options.
“If not, I might have some eggs and toast.”
Thomas moves to stand next to me, looking over my sugary cereal options, and laughs. “Coco Puffs, Lucky Charms, and Trix?”
I grab the Lucky Charms box, holding it to my chest defensively. “Hey, they’re magically delicious.”
“It’s not magic. It’s sugar,” Thomas tells me as he holds back another laugh.
“You don’t have to eat it,” I tell him. I open the fridge, looking for other options. There are exactly two eggs. Definitely not enough for both of us, which is fine because it’s not my preference. “How do you take your eggs?”
He takes the carton out of my hands. “It’s fine.
I can manage.” He grabs the butter from the fridge as well and helps himself to the stove, finding a pan and a spatula.
I’m not sure how I feel about being kicked out of my own kitchen, but there’s no denying that Thomas looks good cooking in his underwear.
I’m so distracted by the sight of it that I don’t look at my phone when it rings. I accept the call without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” I’m still distracted looking at Thomas.
“Well, hello to you too.” My mom’s voice is like a bucket of cold water. “When were you going to tell me you have a new boyfriend? I had to hear it through David.”
David. Fuck, why didn’t I think of that? It should have occurred to me that news of my bringing a date to the school holiday party would get back to my mom. After all, she has her own network of church friends, and one of them happens to be David’s mom.
“Sorry, it’s new,” I flounder, at a loss for words. It’s one thing to tell my coworkers I’m seeing Thomas, but it feels different lying to my mom.
“Yet you’re bringing him to your work party?” she challenges.
“I know it’s …” I let out a sigh. “It’s just that I didn’t think about it. We were talking, and it just came up, so I asked if he wanted to go with me.” I’m hoping my words don’t come out as awkwardly as they sound in my head.
“Okay, so when do I get to meet him? Are you bringing him for Christmas Eve?”
“I, uh,” I pinch my eyes shut and rub my temple. How did I get myself into this predicament?
“Who is it? Are you okay?” Thomas asks, drawing me out of my thoughts as I realize he’s finished cooking.
“Oh, is he there with you now?” Mom asks. “Can I talk to him?”
“No, Mom. I’ll talk to you later.” Against her protests, I hang up the phone and turn my attention to Thomas.
“Is everything alright?” he asks.
“My mom found out about our date from one of my coworkers. She wants you to come to Christmas Eve dinner with me,” I explain. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of it. I could say he had plans already. Or I could own up and tell her the truth.
“Okay.” Thomas’s single word catches me off guard.
“Okay?”
“I’ll go with you. Assuming you want me to. Eric usually spends Christmas Eve with his mom, so I’m free.”
It’s probably a terrible idea. I should say no. “Okay.”