I’m in front of Harry’s building ten minutes early in my old green Saab 900. I know it’s not the most glamorous ride, but I’ve had it since college, and it’s got this charm. It’s a classic. Fuck, it’s even a standard. It makes a weird sound when I brake, but they’re brand new, so I do my best to ignore it.
I don’t want to seem too eager, so I check the scores on my phone. I won’t text Harry and tell him I’m here for at least five minutes. Maynor couldn’t have been more right. Showing up works. Getting Harry lunch felt like such a small gesture, yet it made me feel fantastic. I thought I was doing him this huge favor, but in reality, I benefited from the good vibes it brought me.
I put my phone down and close my eyes, and Harry’s face floats into my mind—his beautiful brown eyes. Those soft sandy-blond curls. And his lips. The way they felt on mine. For as long as I can remember, my lips had been searching for something. And then, with Harry’s kiss, they finally felt complete.
My heart races, thinking about what this night means. I want that feeling again. Yeah, the sex was mind-blowing, but it’s not even that. I want his lips on mine. To hold him in my arms. To listen to him breathe while he sleeps.
I’m taken out of my Harry trance by a tapping on the passenger window. It’s him. Crap.
I unlock the door, and he’s sitting next to me, lips pulled into a careful smile.
“Wait, Harry, no. I was going to text you.” I’m shaking my head, frustrated I’m already fucking this up. “At least get the car door for you. Can you get out and let me do that?”
He tilts his head and scrunches his eyebrows together. Damn, he’s cute.
“Please,” I say.
“Fine.”
We both exit the car, and I jog around and place my hand on the handle while Harry stands, waiting.
“Harry,” I say, opening the door.
But he doesn’t get in.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, but you don’t have to do all this.”
“I know, but I want to.”
Harry moves to sit but pauses when his face comes close to mine, giving me the smallest, barely there kiss on the cheek.
Hot damn.
The warmth of his lips lingers on my skin, sending a flutter of surprise through me. He pulls back just slightly, his gaze softening as he catches my eye, a quiet smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The air between us is charged, and my heart beats a little faster, unsure of what this simple gesture means but grateful for it all the same.
He’s sitting. In the car. Waiting. And I’m standing by the door like I’ve just seen a flying saucer land.
“Coming, right there, Harry. Um, Peterson.”
I dash around to the driver’s side, sit, and pull the door shut. When I turn to grab the seat belt, Harry’s there, his handsome face smiling at me with those fucking lips.
“Slow down, Coach.” He leans over and takes my jaw in his hands. “Relax.”
And then he gently places his lips on mine. In that moment, a wave of warmth washes over me as my body melts into his touch, surrendering completely to the sensation of Harry Peterson’s kiss. Every nerve in my body ignites, and I lose myself in the sweet intimacy of our connection. Cars drive by. Birds sing. The earth continues to spin on its axis. But inside my old Saab, it all seems to blur as Harry’s tongue dances inside my mouth.
He grabs my jacket, pulling me closer, and the way he’s kissing me, the way my cock reacts, I’m not sure how I’m going to get through what I’ve planned for the rest of the night.
He pulls back, and before my brain catches up to what’s happening, I say, “Are you hungry?”
Harry’s eyes widen, and I blurt out, “For dinner. I know this cozy Italian place. Rudy’s. Best damn chicken parm I’ve ever had. It’ll make your toes tingle. Whaddya say?”
He nods, and his tongue traces over his lips. Maybe he really loves chicken parm?
“Darius, I know this is technically our first date, but I figured after the night in Rhode Island, instead of waiting all night and wondering if there’d be a kiss, we could start with it.”
“No complaints from me.”
