I’m so full, that meal was amazing. “What is the name of the diner?”
Spencer laughs, “Olly says he hasn’t come across a name that was worthy enough, so he just calls it The Diner… I think that it’s a placeholder until something inspires him.”
“That's cool!”
“Yeah, it’s kind of sweet.”
We reach the bottom of our staircase and Spencer pauses before looking down at our conjoined hands. He snorts and shakes his head as he lets go to climb the stairs.
I follow suit, silently cursing. My fingers crave his touch… But then again, I now have an amazing view of his perfect, round, tight ass.Damn!
When I reach the top, Spencer turns around and his body collides with mine. He is not the most steady man, but I really don’t mind if it means I get more chances to touch him, like now.
I reach out and steady him, my arm moving around his waist, which presses his body even tighter against me.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I say, his lips inches from mine.
My glance falls to his mouth, then back. His eyes are half-lidded with heat when they land on mine. When his soft pink lips part slightly, I can’t hold on anymore. I claim them.
He whimpers in approval, and I deepen the kiss. Lacing my fingers in his hair at the back of his neck, my other hand rests on his hip. He opens for me, letting my tongue explore. The warm, spicy flavor of wine on his tongue makes me want to drink him in. My hand wants to slide down and cup his ass, pulling him even closer, but they tighten their hold instead. The struggle to act like a gentleman right now is very real.
We break apart in a haze when there is this loud, overly dramatic meow coming from Spencer’s door.
With a roll of his eyes, he turns, “oh my god, Gallifrey, I fed you before I left.”
Gallifrey replies back with a louder and even more dramatic meow.
Spencer and I are both doubled over in laughter until our stomachs are aching and our eyes are damp. We gain our composure and Spencer’s eyes go wide the moment he swipes away the tears and looks down at his hand.
“Oh shoot, I must look horrible,” he says with a laugh, but still tries to cover his face.
Gently moving his hand, I wipe away the slight smudge of black eyeliner.
“You’re perfect.” I place a soft kiss on his lips. “Goodnight Spencer.”
“Goodnight,” he whispers back.
When I turn and head to my door, I hear him open his to another mournful meow.
He whispers, “you need to get it together.” Which is followed by a small meow and, “yeah, well, maybe don’t eat the whole bowl in one sitting,” before his door shuts.
A laugh escapes me as I pull open mine and kick off my boots.
I head for the fridge and grab a beer, which reminds me I need to make time to go to the store and get some actual groceries.
Moving over to my dresser, I pull off my jeans and shirt and put on a pair of gray sweatpants.
Throwing myself down on the couch, I grab the remote. My brain is so wired right now that there is no way I could sleep. I turn on an episode of Doctor Who.Yes, I’m starting from the reboot.I want to get to know this Doctor guy Spencer named his incredibly cranky cat after.
Spencer, dinner, that kiss!
He is so sweet and kind and real. I don’t know how to explain it, but he is not fake. When we talk, he lets me see him. The bookworm, the geek, the makeup, which is so fucking sexy.
He is sex on a stick and doesn’t even know it.
His mouth is sweet heaven. That kiss radiated through my whole body and made my toes curl. The way his mouth molded to mine made me want to devour him until he was breathless.
