CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
J ason
My heart is still flying. My blood is still rushing through my body. Cal collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead, which is probably embarrassing. I still cling onto him. I don’t want him to go.
The cum is getting cold, and Cal still has a condom on. I hop out of bed. Cal’s eyes widen, and I hurry to the ensuite. I dab my smallest towel with warm water, because the last thing I want to do is make Cal uncomfortable, then I hurry back to the room.
I sit on the bed and remove his condom carefully, then clean his cock.
He starts to harden. “I’m going to want to go again if you keep that up.”
“Guess you better stay overnight then.”
“Guess I better.” His voice rumbles beside me. He takes the towel from me, then he cleans me.
He puts an arm around my neck, and I relax against him.
“You came to find me,” I say happily, snuggling into him.
Perfect.
That was too much emotion. He’s going to think I’m clingy or something. He doesn’t need to be with the guy no one likes.
He caresses my shoulder though. His scent is everywhere. Jesus Christ, I’m not going to be able to stand it when he leaves. I’ll be sniffing my pillow like an idiot and wondering why it no longer smells like him.
“Do you want food?” I ask suddenly. “Or a drink? My apartment is well stocked.”
“I’m fine.” He squeezes my hand. “We can always go to sleep. I bet you have an early practice.”
“Yeah.” My smile vanishes. “We’re leaving for Canada in a few days.” My skin heats. “Not that you would want to come and see me or something. I-I didn’t mean that.”
He hesitates, then tangles his fingers with mine. “We can go to bed.”
“O-okay.”
“It will be like Fiji but with covers.”
“And we did sort of waste the first part.” I frown. “Or I wasted them. I was difficult. I’m sorry.”
He smooths my cheek. “It got us here.”
“Yeah.”
“Get ready for bed, baby.”
I slip out of the bed and do my nighttime rituals. I find him a toothbrush, and after a few minutes, we’re off to bed. I pull him against me.
I’m not too big for him.
I won’t accidentally crush him at night, and if I take the covers at night, I have every confidence he’ll be able to take them back.
I knew he was special a decade ago. And now we’re together. He came for me.
I’m so lucky.
I snuggle against him, until everything dissolves into warmth and happiness.
The next thing I know it’s morning. Light drifts in from the expensive blinds, and my alarm sounds. I turn it off.
“I’m sorry. It’s noisy,” I say.
“I, uh, woke up already.” His cheeks redden, and I grin.
“I like you a lot. Even if you did confess to watching me sleep.”
“Maybe I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“That’s sweet too.” I lead him to my kitchen and make us breakfast.
“I should go,” Cal says finally. “I need to get to work.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Same.” He hesitates, shifting his weight from leg to leg. Finally, he says, “I want you to know I won’t tell anyone.”
Tension shoots through my body.
But we’re together, right? I didn’t imagine that. My mind wouldn’t have done that.
“But you liked last night,” I blurt.
“Of course,” Cal says. “You’re amazing, Jason. I don’t want you to worry.”
I swallow away the bile that’s entered my throat. “Okay. That’s nice.”
He nods. I’ve landed in an English-for-Foreign-Language-Students textbook: all stilted, polite phrases.
Cal helps me load the dishwasher, then he goes back to his place to shower.
I want to tell him he would save time if he showered here and that I have plenty of soap and shampoo, but he probably needs a change of clothes.
Probably journalists can’t go around the city in sweats and sweatshirts, even though they totally should.
I kiss him goodbye at the door, then stare at my empty apartment.