“Yeah.” He swallowed, his eyes bouncing around the small kitchen. I turned back around, finishing up cooking. The bacon sizzled in the pan.
“Toast or just bacon?”
“Just bacon. And chocolate milk.”
“Of course. How could I forget that?” Sending a small thanks for the change of subject, I finished up the stripes of meat, putting them on one plate. Who needs two when we share just about everything already? Then, after I got his milk ready to her perfection, I sat beside him.
“I’ll just have to get a new stuffie,” Noah muttered.
“We will,” I promised. Among other things he’d need. Noah didn’t seem like he cared too much about his belongings that were left at his last ex’s place.
“Uh...you weren’t meant to hear that.” His cheeks flushed a deep red as he dropped his eyes.
“Noah, I’ve known you for how long?” He didn’t answer. “You forget who my family is, too. I should have thought about picking one up for you when I got some clothes the other day for you.”
“You’re not a mind reader. Well, sometimes you are. But...it wasn’t on my list that night.”
“It will be now.” I couldn’t help but press a kiss to the top of his head. Noah leaned into me, soaking up every touch he possibly could get.
He always reminded me of a puppy, even though that type of kink was not his thing. Or at least hadn’t been.
“So,” I pulled back, shifting to sit right again. “Did you have any luck finding a daddy when you were at college?” I knew it was one of the many things he was exploring, and he found crappy men who thought they were daddies.
“No.” He shook his head. “A few could have been, but they thought the whole diapers, and everything was a must. One pushed it a few times while at the meets. Which is not me. No, thank you.”
“Even for the right guy?” Not that I was into that, but for Noah, I’d do anything he wanted.
“Nope. I’m good with several other things, but that is a hard limit.”
I was glad he got to play around with others. I hadn’t been as lucky, mostly fearing the outcome. Or the attention. I could stick to viewing on the outside for most of the time. Unless the chance to do the ropes again came up.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” I lifted a brow. Maybe he was the mind reader now?
“Have you met up with anyone? Even on our calls and texts, you’ve not mentioned seeing anyone. Or doing anything.”
“Not really. I’m more of a sit back and watch kind of person.” And wish. But that part I didn’t say. “I have plenty of time to explore.”
Noah just looked at me, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to believe me or not.
“Plus, I have you here. I don’t need anything else.” That was the truth. Noah was my everything. Best friends. Forever and always
“Asher...” It was his turn to shake his head.
“I like cuddles as much as you. I’m good with what we have, and always will. You know that.” There was a certain line that we never talked about crossing. A line that we wouldn’t dare try to cross.
It wasn’t worth losing each other if things ended badly. Plus, we weren’t one hundred percent what the other needed full-time. Ninety-nine percent of the time, we were tough.
“You know I’ll be there for you, as much as you are me.” Noah leaned into me, munching on the last piece of bacon. “As long as you keep making the best drinks and food.”
I barked out a laugh.
***
Saturday nights were the best for tips. Drunk and tipsy guests also left a good amount of money, and I’d never complain.
The ability to create and test a few new drinks out a month helped, too. I enjoyed making new things for people to try. It was hard to taste test when I didn’t care much for alcohol, but that was the least of my concerns.
