That's my second to last thought before I fall asleep. My last thought is that I hope he's not expecting me to go home now because I'm not leaving his comfy bed and his warm body for anything but a life-or-death emergency.
22
Skyler
Waking up with Jud fast asleep and snoring lightly against me has to be the best thing in the world.
His head is on my chest, his leg is draped over mine, and his arm is around my waist. Every so often, his fingers twitch as if he's dreaming, and he lets out these cute little whimpers.
I think about his refusal to top me last night. I understand why he doesn't want to do it, so I need to find a way to explain to him how I feel about it.
All of my firsts should have belonged to him.
He should have been my first kiss with a boy, first hand job, first blowjob, first everything. I can't give him those, but I can let him be the first man to top me. To be inside my body in a way no one has ever been.
His eventual move to LA doesn't change that.
I don't want to think too much about that particular piece of news because I already know I won't be able to let him go. I'll do the long-distance thing if I need to, but hopefully, by the time he’s ready to leave, he’ll have had a taste of life with me and won't want to go.
A guy can dream, right?
He twitches, and then his body locks as he stretches like a cat before letting out a contented sigh and looking up at me like he really did get the cream.
I put my previous thought aside because, right now, all I want to do is kiss the beautiful man in my arms.
"Morning," he says.
"Morning, beautiful."
Our lips meet as if they've been waking up to each other for years.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep on you yesterday, but it's all your fault, so…" he says.
"Oh really? How so?"
He raises one finger. "Bone-melting orgasms—plural." And then another. "Pasta dinner."
"Hey, I was only responsible for dessert. Dinner was on you."
He sighs. "Fine." He rests his chin on my chest, but his eyes don't meet mine. "Thank you for not kicking me out. I really shouldn't have fallen asleep like that."
I narrow my eyes, and I'm glad he's not looking at me because he'd probably misinterpret my current expression.
"Jud, you're not a random hookup. For the record, I've never brought anyone here. This is my home, and there's no space for strangers here. In case you haven't noticed, you're anything but a stranger. You falling asleep saved me from having to ask you and panicking over whether you'd say yes or no. And by the way, if you want a repeat tonight, just be here at the same time."
He smiles and looks at me again, stretching up for a kiss.
"I'm working tonight. Raincheck?"
"Absolutely."
"I have an idea for the restaurant. I was going to tell you yesterday, but…maple syrup." He shrugs.
"Okay."
"Remember we talked about serving the food we grew up with but with a little extra? More finesse, new flavors, or presented in a new way? I’m thinking maybe we could give the diners a recipe card so they can replicate the dish at home."
"But won't that mean people will stop coming to the restaurant? Why would they come if they can make the same food at home?"
