way to start any sort of relationship, and the guilt was eating at me.
That’s not good, sweetheart.
I know.
Tell me where you want to eat, and I’ll meet you there.
I stared at the stack of books on my desk. I had a rare moment of peace at the house because the
roommates were all at class or work. I shouldn’t blow off this uninterrupted time. And yet…
Theron must have taken the long pause as me trying to weasel out of a date with him yet again. His
next message made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Tell me if I’m being too forward, but the other option is for you to come to my house. I will
make you something to eat and you can keep working.
Was he being forward? Yes.
Was that exactly what I needed? Also, yes.
Was I brave enough to go to his house where I didn’t have the relative safety of being in a public
place? Yes, because Theron had given me no reason to distrust him. And the quiet here would only
last about another hour, and then I’d be kicking myself in the ass if I turned him down.
Okay. Send me your address.
While I waited, I started packing my laptop, books, and notes. I glanced at my dresser, wondering
if it would be presumptuous to pack an overnight bag as well. Did I evenwanthim to invite me to
spend the night?
My heart thumped rapidly in my chest, and I had to concentrate on my breathing to keep from
hyperventilating. If he did offer and I accepted, that would probably mean sharing a bed. Maybe
more. And I still wasn’t sure I was ready to go that far. It was one thing for him to say he had no issue
with my lack of a typical penis, but I’d read a few too many horror stories to believe he’d feel the
same once clothes came off.
But if I didn’t pack a bag and the day went well, I’d have to come home. And that would mean
tossing and turning while my roommates partied, because why should they care about things like
normal people wanting to sleep.
There was no right answer. I decided to throw a change of clothes and my travel kit into a bag.
With as often as I fell asleep at the bar, it probably wasn’t a bad idea to have that stuff stowed in my
trunk anyway. And by justifying it that way, I could pretend I wasn’t tentatively hoping Theron asked
