“Yes, I ran into him the first day I was here. He fell down the stairs because some of the boards were rotted out. Jaxon and Dom bought the supplies, and I ended up fixing the steps since I had time on my hands. He took me out to dinner that night to say thank you and we got to talking. He’s nice.”
“So now you’re cooking him dinner?” Beckett asked in bewilderment.
“Yes.”
“And that is all you are going to give me?”
“Yes.”
“Finn.”
“Okay, Spencer is a great guy and I like him. But I just got here and my life is up in the air. I can’t pull him into my drama.”
“You deserve something good in your life, Finn. It’s okay to want those things. And if you wait until life has no drama, you are going to be waiting a really long time.”
“I know, you’re right.” He is right. It’s just nerve racking. Spencer is completely different from anybody I know. I’m not sure what to do?
“Now let me go so I can finish making this dinner.”
“Fine, but you better keep me posted. If not, I will go to Jaxon for my information,” Beckett says with a laugh.
“I will.”
We hang up and I stir the sauce one last time. I’m pretty impressed with myself. It looks almost edible.
Jaxon was nice enough to let me off work early. My artwork was arriving today, and it was supposed to rain. If any of it got wet, it would be ruined, and there is one piece that would devastate me if anything happened to it. Thankfully, the rain held off, and I could get everything unwrapped and inspected for damage.
After a kiss that left me in a blissful haze for the rest of the day, I ran down to the pier and picked up some shrimp. I also decided to grab the ingredients to make a salad, after seeing the vegetable stands.
I have never cooked for anyone. Well, I guess I never really had the space to cook for someone. It’s not like I was going to bring anyone back to the grimy drug den my mother called a home.
Having all this space is making me feel lighter. Like shedding all that baggage, literally and figuratively, opened up all this room around me. I was starved for oxygen and didn’t even know it.
I gently place my drawings into a corner until I can find a place for them. Then I look around to make sure everything looks ok.
I turn and look at the clock on the wall. Spencer should be here any minute.
My palms are sweaty, and my body feels like it’s buzzing with bees. I’m not one to have my nerves affect me like this. I’m out of my element with Spencer.
I’m all sixteen-year-old crush with the horniness to match.
Just thinking about him makes my cock perk up. Sounds of his whimpers echo through my head, and the thought of his body wrapped around mine is enough that I have to adjust my growing erection, trying to gain some control over the situation.
There is a soft but confident knock at the door and my stomach leaps into my chest. My eyes make one last sweep of the apartment, praying it resembles a place of someone who has their shit together.
When I open the door, I’m hit with stunning beauty. Spencer has on an oversized fuzzy blue sweater with light blue jeans rolled at the ankle, and a pair of blue canvas sneakers. His smile is warm with a hint of shy. And like every other time, I am drawn to his eyes.
I have to admit, seeing the color blue on his eyes makes my heart thump. With all the extra blood rushing through my body, it heads straight to my cock, once again straining against my jeans. Well, there goes what little control I’d gained.
A smirk appears on his pink, kissable lips as Spencer raises an eyebrow at my obvious ogling.
“Fuck, you look stunning!” I blurt out.
A blush creeps across his cheeks. “Thank you… god, you’re so fucking hot!”
A small chuckle escapes me at the surprised look on his face.
“Come on in, sexy,” I say, giving him a flirtatious wink. He laughs as I step to the side, letting him in.
