Chapter 23
Lizzy
With every ragged breath from his lips, I’m reminded of all the sinful things those lips did to me last night. The pounding of our feet grounds me as I fantasize about it.
It surprised me that he didn’t try to continue anything. He’s going at my pace, ever the gentleman. I was tempted to shuck my pants and demand he fuck me on that couch, but I couldn’t just yet.
He’s the one. I know he is. We have all the time in the world. I don’t want to rush us. I want to savor every moment we have together. I want us to make memories that’ll last a lifetime.
And I don’t want him to think I’m easy or that I put out regularly.
He doesn’t know this, but he’s the only person I’ve even been interested in over the last six years. The only man I’ve touched in Boston.
“How’re you holding up?” Bash asks without any struggle in his voice. We’re four miles into an hour-run, so it makes sense. It just emphasizes the contrast between his breathiness and neediness last night.
“Good. I’m good,” I pant. The wobble in my voice comes from what I’m about to ask. “Hey, I have a question.”
He glances at me curiously. “You can ask me anything.”
“Would you like to come to Tom and Betty’s on Saturday for family dinner with me?
They’ve invited you, and I’d love for y’all to meet.
Don’t feel pressured to say yes though. I know spending a Saturday night with an elderly couple probably isn’t top on your to-do list.” I hold my breath, waiting for his decline.
“That sounds lovely. There’s nothing I’d rather do on Saturday.” I glance at him, trying to gauge his sincerity, and I’m met with a beaming man. He truly is ecstatic to come.
His genuineness surprises me. What man would enjoy spending his weekend with an elderly couple?
“What time should I be ready for? I can pick you up if you’re not working.” He’s the personification of a puppy excited for a treat. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.
I time my answer with my exhale to help my run. “We should leave here around five to fight traffic. Is that okay?”
“Perfect. I’ll be at your place at four forty-five on Saturday,” he confirms.
We finish the rest of the run with him quizzing me on Tom and Betty. It’s as though he’s studying for a test. He’s asking about everything from Betty’s favorite flowers to Tom’s favorite liquor. It makes my heart swell how much he wants to impress them.
He’s meeting my family after only a week. Is that crazy?