We need to finish our talk. How about lunch?
Fuck yeah!The Purple Pig has a great lunch menu.
Saturday at noon?He responded.
It’s a date.Fuck. No! I deleted that faster than lightning.Sounds great.
The door swung open, and Elena stood in the doorway, hands on hips, the light from the corridor obscuring her face.
“You okay? I heard a—” she burst out with a laugh. “What are you doing?”
Just then, I realized my legs and ass were still on the bed while I was propped on my elbows on the floor.
“Texting,” I replied, locking my phone.
“Right. Don’t hurt your wrist texting too hard.”
“Fuck you.” I laughed, slithering off the bed like a total loser.
Shewaved a hand and closed the door behind her. I loved living with the girls but couldn’t wait to finish renovating my apartment so I could have a bit more privacy.
I looked at the messages again, and to my surprise, the three dots were working overtime. Then they stopped. And resumed.
He was either writing a novel or typing and deleting shit, so I took the leap to continue the conversation.
Who’s your favorite Batman on screen?I typed and hit Send so as not to overthink it.You can’t say Adam West.
Adam West.Came the reply that made me chuckle as I rolled to sit against the bed.Fuck. I was already typing it.He added.
A week passed while we texted each other random shit intertwined with flirting, or at least that was what I thought it was. Each conversation filled me with hope of us becoming close friends, just as each innuendo put naughty ideas in my mind. My jerking-off sessions in the shower and bed had become centered around the taste of Beck’s cock on my tongue and the idea of him on top of me, kissing me, holding me down, maybe even fucking me. Would the fantasy remain in my head? Did I want to go that far with him? Did he? I had no clue, but I was itching to find out.
As I neared the café on Saturday, I spotted Beck taking a seat at a table outside. He wore a tight shirt with the top buttons open, reminding me of the moment I’dnearly torn one off him. His clothes told me I should have reconsidered the jeans and Hawkeye T-shirt in favor of something more formal. Then again, I wanted to be myself around him. Wasn’t that what we were doing?
“Just water for now. I’m waiting for a friend,” Beck said to the waiter before wiping his palms on his thighs. His words prompted me to remember how firm he’d been on being casual in public when we’d texted.
“Hi.” Beck shot up to shake my hand.
“Hey.” My smile was automatic, as if his mere presence tugged at my face muscles.
We placed our orders on separate bills. It wasn’t a date, after all. With each second I sat in front of Beck, the urge to touch him grew stronger. What if our fingers brushed over the table? What if my foot grazed his calf?
Chicago was such a laid-back city, with everyone downtown in a rush, no one would give a fuck if two grown men held hands. I didn’t know if I was ready. Probably not. But the needy pull I had toward Beck every time he was near me was hard to fight. Coming out would serve nothing if I couldn’t touch him in public anyway. It would only cause unnecessary trouble, as Elena and Jen would figure out who opened my bisexual eyes, exposing Beck. I talked about him enough as it was already. Therefore, no one could know.
“You told me you had roommates,”Beck said. “But I still freaked out a bit when a woman opened the door to your place.”
“That was Elena. And technically, it’s not mine. I’ve been staying with them for a few months now.” I grimaced. “I’m sort of… renovating.”
“That’s exciting. How extensive is it if you had to move out?”
“Quite. You’re gonna laugh if I tell you the reason behind it.” I thanked the waiter for my water and took a healthy gulp, crunching an ice cube with my teeth.
“I might. Depending on what it is.”
“Asshole.” I laughed, throwing a napkin at him.
He caught it, pretended to dab his face like some duke, and placed it next to his own. “Oh, come on, I sense a good story.”
Like I could resist those eyes and that smirk. “My kitchen needed a major rework. I’m not good at cooking, okay? And shit happened.”
