“I think we need to figure out what we want. Not in the heat of the moment, but a bit more long-term. Shit. Did I say that?”
Emory laughs. “I’m afraid so.”
“Wow. What have you done to me, Emory Jones? I’m telling you you’re a wizard.”
“I am not.”
I get onto my knees and look under the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you’ve got a ritual circle under here.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re crazy.”
I push up and peck his lips. “About you.”
He blushes fiercely. His phone beeps with an incoming message.
“Saved by the bell. You’d better check that,” I say.
He takes his phone out of his pocket. “Casey is on his way home.”
“I should go.”
Emory turns his phone around in his hand. “You’re allowed to be here when he gets back.”
“I know. I’m not leaving because Casey is on his way home. There’s something I need to do.”
Emory tilts his head. “What?”
“Research.”
“What kind of research?”
“I’ll tell you about it later. I like you. Don’t doubt that. You’re amazing, sweet, and sexy.” I use my hand to tickle his nape as I kiss him slowly and tenderly.
He touches his lips. “Wow. Does that mean we’ll have another kissing session?”
“Yes. Soon.”
“I’ll see you out.”
Once I’ve got my shoes and coat on, we stand at the flat’s front door, holding and kissing each other. It seems I’m not quite ready to leave, and he’s not ready to let me go.
“Are you sure I’m the first guy you’ve kissed?” I tease.
“Yes. Why?”
“You’re very good at it.” I kiss him hard.
Emory runs his fingers through my beard. “I’ve got a good teacher. I hope you’ll teach me a lot more.”
“I will.”
“Soon?” He arches an eyebrow into a hopeful expression.
“Yes.” I kiss him one last time and leave before I get too intoxicated by being close to him.
