Unable to form words, I just nodded.
“I should go.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, okay.” My voice wavered. I didn’t want him to leave. I don’t know why I didn’t, the realisation shook me to my soul. “Thanks for—”
“Any time.” He cut me off with a dismissive wave. As he pulled open the door, I couldn’t stop myself. “What’s your name?”
The cheeky grin that consumed his face reached his eyes. I felt my cheeks burn under the scrutiny of his stare. He covered the distance between us and thrust his hand out. Placing my sweaty palm in his, he winked. He fucking winked. My underwear quickly became soaked. My traitorous body reacted to him in the most basic way. Really, he was lucky I didn’t push him down on the desk and ride him into the night.
“I’m Nathan. But my friends call me Nate.”
“Are we friends then?”
“We could be.”
He let go and vanished out the door before I had a chance to regather my scattered thoughts. This was crazy. It had been too long, obviously. All it took was someone showing me a little bit of compassion, a little bit of attention, and I was a goner. At least now I had his name. A name to put with the X-rated dreams I’d undoubtedly be having for the foreseeable future. A name to go with the ideas I’d be sharing with my battery operated boyfriend later tonight.
