took a bite.
“Damn, this is good.” He stretched a piece of cheese from the pizza to his mouth like a child.
“Do you work?” I continued my questioning.
“I do.” He answered dryly, quirking his lip up.
“What do you do?”
He reached out to his cup and rolled the straw between his thumb and forefinger. I had no idea what he was thinking. “I do lots of different things.” He smirked and quickly diverted my attention to other topics of conversation. Which I didn’t think twice about because well, let’s face it, I have the attention span of a squirrel.
“Shit. It’s four already? Seriously, Nathan, you’re a bad influence, I lose all track of... well everything when I’m around you,” I admitted sheepishly.
My guess was the waiter was eavesdropping because he was at the table in a flash, holding the check.
“Have a great day.” He nodded politely and kept standing there.
“Thank you,” I said.
Nathan scooped the check off the table and as he said, “You, too,” he made eye contact with him. It was like there was something else he was thanking him for. “Hang on a sec,” Nathan said as we slid out of the booth. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet.
“I got this!” I reached over, trying to grab the check from him playfully.
“That’s not going to happen.” He shook his head. He pulled out two twenties and handed them to the waiter. “Keep the change.” He smiled and took my hand. The bill was $21.50.
“That’s what I like to see, appreciating a server. Remember that when you’re at my bar.” I teased him.
I wanted a smoke, but I wasn’t letting his hand go as we leisurely walked back to my place.
“Hey, your friend—you said his name is Tyler Duncan, right? Isn’t he playing at the bar next Wednesday night?”
“Nothing gets by you, does it?” He smirked.
I bumped into him, lightly causing him to step off balance a bit, and we both laughed. Once we approached my building my stomach began its ritual flip-flopping.
“You work tonight?” He pulled me close to him with one arm and I placed my hands on his chest. Good thing he was holding me because my head was spinning.
“What are you doing to me?” I breathed, finally meeting his eyes that were already on me with a purpose. He put his other arm around me, locked his hands behind my back, and leaned forward to kiss me. I moved my hands up his chest to his shoulders, wrapping them behind his neck as our lips met. That kiss was the kind that made your knees buckle and insides quiver, the kind of kiss that made you want—no, need more.
Swoon.
I pulled back after too short a time, but if it had gone on any longer the expression “get a room” would’ve been appropriate. We stood there, still locked in one another’s hold, chatting quietly. I could hear voices coming up the sidewalk, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, except they were trying to whisper. It was the two women from the pizzeria, and they were about to walk past my building. Nathan followed my stare—my death stare at the moment—and when he looked their way one of the women snapped a picture with her cell phone. He immediately buried his head into my shoulder as she took another.
“What the fuck?” I screamed out to them.
They ignored me, giggling, and hurried across the street away from us.
“Seriously, what was that?” I said louder than normal.
“I don’t know.” He looked distracted.
“Look, I know you’re good looking but seriously. Does this kind of stuff happen often these days? I know I’ve been out of the game for a while, but I didn’t forget the rules. And I never remember anything of those sorts being acceptable.” I was kind of angry until I saw Nathan’s worried expression. “Hey.” I leaned back to read his face a bit better. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I got to get going. Bar, tonight, you?” He still seemed sidetracked as he released me, taking a few steps back.
“No, I’m only
“Damn, this is good.” He stretched a piece of cheese from the pizza to his mouth like a child.
“Do you work?” I continued my questioning.
“I do.” He answered dryly, quirking his lip up.
“What do you do?”
He reached out to his cup and rolled the straw between his thumb and forefinger. I had no idea what he was thinking. “I do lots of different things.” He smirked and quickly diverted my attention to other topics of conversation. Which I didn’t think twice about because well, let’s face it, I have the attention span of a squirrel.
“Shit. It’s four already? Seriously, Nathan, you’re a bad influence, I lose all track of... well everything when I’m around you,” I admitted sheepishly.
My guess was the waiter was eavesdropping because he was at the table in a flash, holding the check.
“Have a great day.” He nodded politely and kept standing there.
“Thank you,” I said.
Nathan scooped the check off the table and as he said, “You, too,” he made eye contact with him. It was like there was something else he was thanking him for. “Hang on a sec,” Nathan said as we slid out of the booth. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet.
“I got this!” I reached over, trying to grab the check from him playfully.
“That’s not going to happen.” He shook his head. He pulled out two twenties and handed them to the waiter. “Keep the change.” He smiled and took my hand. The bill was $21.50.
“That’s what I like to see, appreciating a server. Remember that when you’re at my bar.” I teased him.
I wanted a smoke, but I wasn’t letting his hand go as we leisurely walked back to my place.
“Hey, your friend—you said his name is Tyler Duncan, right? Isn’t he playing at the bar next Wednesday night?”
“Nothing gets by you, does it?” He smirked.
I bumped into him, lightly causing him to step off balance a bit, and we both laughed. Once we approached my building my stomach began its ritual flip-flopping.
“You work tonight?” He pulled me close to him with one arm and I placed my hands on his chest. Good thing he was holding me because my head was spinning.
“What are you doing to me?” I breathed, finally meeting his eyes that were already on me with a purpose. He put his other arm around me, locked his hands behind my back, and leaned forward to kiss me. I moved my hands up his chest to his shoulders, wrapping them behind his neck as our lips met. That kiss was the kind that made your knees buckle and insides quiver, the kind of kiss that made you want—no, need more.
Swoon.
I pulled back after too short a time, but if it had gone on any longer the expression “get a room” would’ve been appropriate. We stood there, still locked in one another’s hold, chatting quietly. I could hear voices coming up the sidewalk, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, except they were trying to whisper. It was the two women from the pizzeria, and they were about to walk past my building. Nathan followed my stare—my death stare at the moment—and when he looked their way one of the women snapped a picture with her cell phone. He immediately buried his head into my shoulder as she took another.
“What the fuck?” I screamed out to them.
They ignored me, giggling, and hurried across the street away from us.
“Seriously, what was that?” I said louder than normal.
“I don’t know.” He looked distracted.
“Look, I know you’re good looking but seriously. Does this kind of stuff happen often these days? I know I’ve been out of the game for a while, but I didn’t forget the rules. And I never remember anything of those sorts being acceptable.” I was kind of angry until I saw Nathan’s worried expression. “Hey.” I leaned back to read his face a bit better. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I got to get going. Bar, tonight, you?” He still seemed sidetracked as he released me, taking a few steps back.
“No, I’m only
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