Thank the powers that be that he textedafterAlex left.
“No. He’s not still here. He left to take care of his dog, but we’re going to meet up at the munch this morning.”
“You’re still at the club?”
“Yes, I didn’t want to go back to the dorm in case my roommates were there. If I stayed here, I wouldn’t run the risk of having to turn down hanging out with them.”
“Good thinking. So who’d they put you with, you’ve been hush hush about it?”
“I’m in a quad with Trey Malachek and the Huston twins.”
“You’re rooming with an Olympic gold medalist and you’re just now telling me this shit?”
“Yeah
Several minutes of him having a nuclear meltdown about how awesome that was that Trey… the Trey Malachek, knew my name and asked to room with me, had me questioning all my life choices.
Then the clock on the nightstand caught my eye and I yelled, “Shane! I love you, but I gotta go so I’m not late. We’ll talk later, okay.”
When I hung up, he was still in meltdown mode, but that was okay with me. It meant he wouldn’t call me right back afterward. I pulled up the text about the munch and programmed the address into my phone, then I double-checked the time. It was close enough, so I decided to leave. I didn’t want to be too early, but being late would make me the center of attention. And the only place I felt comfortable in that role was the hockey rink.
And last night in Alex’s arms.
The way he focused on me and made me feel… My dick started getting hard and the jeans I had on fit like a glove so I slammed the door shut on those thoughts as I walked out of the room, only to pause and grab the door just before it shut behind me. Foolishly, I snapped a photo of the bed, still a rumpled mess from the night I spent in it with the man of my dreams.
Chuckling to myself, I turned toward the stairs and headed down, not wanting to wait for the elevator. Minutes later, I slid behind the wheel of my Jeep, tossing my bag into the back seat before starting the engine. Music blared through the speakers, and I cranked up the song by MCR before pulling out of the parking lot. The fact that this was my life now still messed with my head. I felt like I needed to pinch myself to make sure I was awake.
As I drove away from EDGE, I wondered why they didn’t have the munch at the club. There was certainly plenty of space, from what I could tell, but who was I to judge or criticize? Clearly, the owners knew what they were doing. The club had been hopping last night. It was Daddy/boy night, and the place had been packed to the gills with both.
The GPS led me out of town. Buildings lining city streets gave way to more open spaces, with tree-dotted farmland that grew denser as I drove further away from downtown. Turn after turn, my favorite songs filled the Jeep, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel as my head bobbed along with the music, and all along, a grin that passersby probably thought was weird spread across my face, making my cheeks hurt.
“In one hundred feet, turn left.”
What the crap?
“That can’t be right,” I muttered as I scanned the area.
Everything I’d read about the munch said that they held it at rotating restaurants around the city. This place was so not the city. There was farmland and a forest of trees.
“In twenty feet, turn left.”
I knew I had the address in the GPS on my phone right. I knew because I checked, double-checked, and triple-checked it before leaving the room. Then, in the car, I copied and pasted it instead of typing it in myself to make sure.
Sighing, I pulled off the road where the GPS indicated. As soon as I made the turn, trees surrounded me on both sides of the unmarked road. It looked more like a driveway than a road since it didn’t have all the lines.
“Your destination is in a quarter of a mile.”
“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.”
I kept driving, skeptical that I was in the right place. The next time the GPS lady piped up was seconds before I drove out of the trees.
That was clearlynota restaurant.
And the road was definitely a driveway.
One that ended at a gigantic, historic house. The nicest house I’d ever seen, and clearly not a restaurant, like all the munch info claimed.
I parked, pulled open a different map app, and checked my location against the address in the text yet again. I was clearly in the right place. The second app, similar to the one I used as a GPS, informed me I was indeed at the destination address.
