“You know what you have to offer in everything. Trust me, between that and this body, I honestly can’t understand why the fuck you mess around with me.”
His expression goes from playful to serious. “Why do you always say crap like that?” he asks, his words harsh.
“What?”
“Like there’s something wrong with you or you’re not good enough. I mean, I tell you how awesome you are all the time. Do you just not listen to me?”
“In one ear and out the other.”
“Well, one of these days I’m gonna make it stick.”
He glances around like someone might be watching us, but there’s no one in view of our corner booth. Just the two of us in our own little world.
Leaning across the table, he plants a kiss. I enjoy the taste of his lips and how the sensation that it fills me with stirs life in my jeans.
Mikey has this power, just like the confidence he exudes—some inexplicable way of igniting passion within me so effortlessly.
It’s the sort of fireworks that everyone talks about in movies and songs. The explosion that makes coming when we’re together even hotter, even more powerful than it’s ever been by myself or with another man.
But at the end of the day, I know this is what he can do for whoever he’s with, any girl or guy.
He really isn’t human. Just a sex god who walks among mortals and gives us a glimpse of what it feels like to touch the sky when we submit to his power.
When he pulls away, I acknowledge that my thoughts might have gone off the deep end.
He sets his hand on my cheek and runs his thumb across my face, awakening another sensation within me. Why does he have to touch me like that? Why does he have to leave me wanting more?
“You’re special, Scott,” he says, even though I feel like I’m the one who should be telling him that.
I force a smile because I know this is the kind of thing he must tell everyone. Or he’s just trying to make me feel better.
He shakes his head, clearly knowing that his simple advice isn’t going to help me any.
“You lovebirds want me to give you a minute?” our waitress asks, who stands beside us smiling as she holds our plates.
I tuck my head low as I lean back against the cushioned booth.
“Thank you,” Mikey says politely as she sets the plates down in front of us.
“You don’t have to stop on my account,” she tells him. “How long have you two been together?”
Oh my God. This night could not get any more embarrassing.
What the fuck is he going to say? I sure as fuck am not answering that question.
“Not long enough,” is his reply, and I don’t look at him as he says it.
I can’t.
“Well, time fixes that.” She chuckles before whispering to him. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make your man blush.”
“He’ll live.”
She heads off.
“And there’s the blush again,” he says.
“Can I die now?”
