11. Shane
“That has to be the best bowl of soup I’ve ever had. Thanks for feeding me.”
I smile over at Beau who’s leaning back from the bar and rubbing his stomach in appreciation.
I shrug, trying to play it off as nothing, even though I spent hours in the kitchen making this. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did you save room for dessert?”
“Fun fact about me, I always save room for dessert,” he says with the easiest smile. “I have quite a sweet tooth. Cake, ice cream, cookies, candy, really anything sweet will hit the spot.”
I store that information away for later—Wait, later? I know I said he’s the love of my life so I can’t deny that I want there to be a later. As much as it pains me though, I push that thought away because I don’t need another heartbreak.
I lower my voice to a conspiratorial whisper and wink at him. “I hate to admit it, but I bought a box of chocolates to eat alone while I sulked in my misery tonight.”
“Hell yes,” he laughs. “Oh, I hope there’s a dark chocolate salted caramel in there. Those are my favorite.”
“That was incredibly specific,” I snort, reaching over the bar to grab the box. “Let’s see what’s inside and if it’s there, it’s all yours.”
I open the package, remove the lid, and stare inside. Sure enough, right there in the middle, there’s a chocolate cube sprinkled with salt.
Instead of handing it to him, I hold it in front of his mouth and wait for him to open wide. After a second, he understands what I want and complies. I let the tip of my finger linger on his tongue for a moment before pulling away. He’s just so tempting, it had to be done.
He hums appreciatively, nodding as he chews the salty chocolate. “Thank you. That was delicious.”
That fucking blush . I swear, it’s enough to make me want to wrap him in a blanket and never let him leave. I should be horrified but… It feels nice . Better than nice.
It feels right.
“Anything for you, kitten. Now, tell me, how would you feel about playing a video game instead of watching a movie?” I ask. “Unfortunately for me, a good orgasm usually gives me a healthy dose of energy instead of making me sleepy and cuddly like most people.”
He eyes the television, probably looking for which console I have, before asking, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was hoping to play Mario Party.” I’m batting my lashes at him, hoping that one look at my pretty face will have him agreeing with me.
He nods and stands to move to the couch. “I’m good with that, but I call dibs on Yoshi.”
I gasp, placing a hand over my heart for dramatic effect. “How dare you insult me in my own home? House rules, Yoshi is mine.”
“Rock, paper, scissors?” he asks.
I hold up a fist in agreement, going through the motions, and coming out victorious when my scissors cut his paper. “Ha! Yoshi is mine.”
“Fine,” he sighs, almost adorably petulant. “I’ll be King Boo.”
I can tell he’s truly disappointed but winner, winner, chicken dinner. I won fair and square. Maybe I’ll let him win the game though…
I want him to have a reason to smile again.
The game goes on for two hours.
Between playing, we distract ourselves with small bets, sweet kisses, and a quick frotting session.
And holy shit. His small cock fisted with my thicker one was too hot. The size difference was such an incredible turn on and I came embarrassingly quickly again. He didn’t mind though, he used my cum as lube and fucked his fist until he came on my face.
So, yeah, the game took a long time to finish. I let him win, of course. I was the real winner though because I put that smile on his face. I soaked it all in as he stood with a shout, cheering as he declared himself ‘the king of Mario Party’.
After that wild declaration, he pulled me in for a hug and asked if we could lay in bed for a while. I was surprised by his boldness and didn’t hesitate to say yes. I should have said no. I’m not an asshole, but I should have politely told him our night was over. Letting him cuddle with me in bed is dangerous. It brings back memories of the past that I’d rather forget.
Because the last time I felt this way, I was left behind.
I’m lying in bed behind him. I’m the big spoon and choose to ignore the warning sirens blaring in my head. He’s not Jace. Beau is sweet and bashful. He’s kind and I feel a level of comfort I haven’t in a long while. I take my time basking in his cuddles because what I want to ask him might bring the night to a close.
When I start feeling tired, I nuzzle my nose next to his ear and whisper, “Stay the night with me?”
I feel his body tense and immediately regret my decision. I shouldn’t have asked, shouldn’t have pushed for extra time with him, but I couldn’t help it. If I didn’t ask, I knew I’d regret it tomorrow, and that’s not who I am. I see something I want and I get it. Well, I usually get it. Now? I’m not too sure.
The seconds tick by as I wait for him to respond. I think maybe he’s asleep but then he takes a deep breath. “Okay.” He nods slightly, turning in my arms to face me. “I’d love that, Shane. Tonight’s been amazing.”
Everything within me settles at his response. If he agrees to stay the night, maybe he’ll agree to see me again too, right? That’s a logical thought. He’s not running out of the door or anything, so I decide to really push my luck.
“This has been one of the best nights of my life, kitten. Next time, I want you to fuck me. Would you like that?” I ask, casually dropping in ‘next time’ and hoping that it doesn’t freak him the fuck out.
He stares at me as he thinks over my words. “I–Next time?”
“Yes. Next time.” And because I’m a complete masochist, I push. “Tell me you want to see me again.”
His eyes dart back and forth between mine before he answers.
“Yes,” he finally replies, a little breathless, confused even. “I’d like that.”
I can’t stop the smile from taking over my face. I started this day with a fake persona, pretending that I wouldn’t wallow in the misery of the past, and ended it with the man Cupid himself chose for me. I have to believe that, believe that we were both in the right place at the right time.
“Whew, I was nervous there for a second. I thought you might tell me to fuck off and disappear like my ex did,” I say jokingly.
He frowns but doesn’t comment on my sad attempt at a joke. Lifting his hand to brush the hair from my forehead, he leans in to kiss me before whispering, “Good night, Shane.”
“Good night, kitten,” I reply.
My heart skips a beat as I watch Beau close his eyes and drift off to dreamland. I hope he’s dreaming of me, of our potential future.
Tomorrow, I’m going to ask him for a proper date.
Happy Valentine’s Day.