There’s this hunger within me. What we’ve shared together so far has been amazing, but there’s more I want from him, and I can’t explain why when I know how that would turnout.
He kisses me again and we settle, him at my side. I turn on the TV and pull up Netflix so we can continue a series we’ve been watchingtogether.
“You still seeing Ty tomorrow?” heasks.
“Yeah.”
“Too bad. I was kind of wanting to have you all to myself for dinner. I’ll see you afterward, though. Unless you think I’ll have been over here too many nights thisweek.”
I can tell by the wicked expression on his face he knows that isn’t thecase.
Jesse and I picked up right where we left off, and it’s been everything I had hoped it would be and so much more. Work complicates things because I can’t be here as much as I’d like, and when that happens, Jesse and I share the occasional phone or Skype sex, but those times when we see each other again, there’s that same fire between us. What started as a spark has become a raging inferno of passion, the intensity of my desire for him only increasing the more time we spend together. Aside from a week when I had to return to San Diego for work and a few days when I met a guy in Toronto to discuss prospective business, I’ve been in Atlanta, doing whatever the fuck Jesse and I aredoing.
It’s been hot, fun…and better than I could have imagined. It isn’t just the sex, as I suspected might have been the case. I like having him around, even to chat and watch movies and TV shows with. He’s even brought over some jigsaw puzzles we work on together some nights. It’s…fuckingincredible.
Jesseis fuckingincredible.
We watch a TV show, laughing and playing together before heading to bed. He’s stayed over quite a bit. I may not be the biggest cuddler in the world, because of my issues, but I notice it’s different than with the other guys I’ve been with. I can’t keep my hands off him. I want him close, even in those times where my body wantsdistance.
The following day, I’m grinning ear to ear while I go over some of the tax paperwork Vanessa sent over for me tocomplete.
I’m a little tense when I head out to meet withTy.
“How are things at work?” I ask Ty as we sit at a booth in a restaurant that’s not too far from hisplace.
I’m trying to make conversation because he’s been short with me since we sat down fordinner.
I’ve been able to make more time with him since I’ve been traveling back and forth between San Diego and Atlanta for the past five weeks. I’ve always made time for him whenever I could, and I’ve been able to see him more frequently, which has been great, but like in the past, he doesn’t seem thrilled to seeme.
“It’s been good.” He scrolls through his phone, which is set on the table besidehim.
“I would actually like to talk to you at some point?” I say, and he looks up, seeminglyannoyed.
I came into his life in the middle of his teen years, and this reminds me so much of what he was like in high school. If I can restrain myself from checking my phone, I think he can show me the samecourtesy.
He drags his phone off the table, slides it into hispocket.
“Sorry,” he says, but despite how annoyed he acted when I called him out, he seemssincere.
He clasps his hands together and places them on the table before him, looking at me like he’s waiting for me to launch into some very important discussion. There are so many conversation starters in my head. Like,So…for the past five weeks, your best friend and I have been shacking it up in my condo, making dinners, watching movies, talking to each other about our hobbies, interests, and careers. I can imagine exactly how well that would goover.
“I’m actually heading to Chicago at the end of the week for an audit of one of our big clients,” Tysays.
“That sounds really serious. How long will you begone?”
“Right now, just a few days. I’ll probably be traveling back and forth some. However, if this goes well, I could be up for a pretty bigpromotion.”
“A promotion? That’sgreat.”
For some reason, though, he doesn’t appear excited. More than anything, he appearshesitant.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” he says. “I’m kind of thinking about going back to school to get my CPAcertification.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know if that would be a smart business move if they do decide to promote me, but long-term, I feel like it’s a very goodmove.”
“CPA certification? I can’t believe you didn’t mention this to me at anypoint.”
