It’s a risk, for sure, but I am not going to fumble the ball this time around. I’m not going to choke.
Not now when I’m so close to the goal. The music shifts to something softer, a song I recognize if only from those damn Twilight movies. The faintest snow flurries around us as I settle my hand on his neck.
His pulse kicks up a notch, making my cock twitch. The singer swoons about loving someone for a thousand years, and I feel the truth in that. So I take my shot.
I pull him to me and I kiss him. With rosy cheeks amidst the snow and the music, I kiss him with all that I am, with apologies and promises and love.
So muchlove.
He’s my warmth on a cold night, and I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time, partially convinced it may never happen because I couldn’t even answer a text or a call without feeling guilty or upset or like I wasn’tgoodenough to repair everything yet.
We’ve always been… off on our timing.
But the third time’s the charm, right?
He startles, and for a moment I think he’s going to push me away and tell me I’m too late.
But he doesn’t.
His hold on my waist tightens and he kisses me back.
He kisses me back.
Just like in the movies.
When we break apart, we’re both smiling.
“So… was that part three?” he asks, with a chuckle.
I shake my head, breaking his hold.
“Nope,” I say as I slide my hands into my pockets, walking backward. “The best is yet to come.” I grin, turning around and hoping like hell he follows.
Cam finds his way next to me in a flash. It doesn’t take long to arrive at my building. We barely walk for five or six minutes down the block.
“Ready for part three?” I ask, smirking.
“Where’s part three?” He cocks his head curiously, looking around at the buildings.
I know it’s a risk. Asking him to come up and see my place.
Even though he clearly didn’t push me away when I kissed him, it’s another thing entirely to ask him to see my place.
On the one hand, it’s just twofriendshanging out, one showing the other his new place. Showing off their space and the things they are proud of. My place isn’t much, and it’s certainly no penthouse apartment with a fancy key card, but it’s warm and homey, and it’s my fucking home. Besides, Cam was never about the fancy shit, anyway.
But on the other hand, I’m a single man asking someone to come up, after we just kissed… knowing full well what that implication means. And I know, as a single man, he knows what that means too. Neither of us would be kidding ourselves or deluding ourselves here.
It is a long shot and I might be pushing my luck.
He looks at me questioningly.
“Here,” I say, turning to look at the large window on the top floor.
“Here…” Cam says, his voice soft.
I look back at him. “This is part three.”
My voice doesn’t shake, and I don’t drop my gaze. He stares at me for a moment, clearly shocked as he puts two and two together.
