I'm waiting for Rava to come over. Using my key. It's just a key, right? A piece of metal. I keep looking at the door. Then my own key on the table. Then the door again. Then the key.
Did I do well? I don't know. Feels good. What's the worst that could happen? He robs me? Yeah, right.
I've seen this man take ten minutes to decide which biscuit to choose with his coffee because he doesn't want the other biscuits to feel "left out".
He's not robbing shit. He doesn't look like the type anyway. He's too polite. He still asks if he can use my bathroom. I swear he thinks the sink is gonna file a complaint or something.
I've met thieves.
Hell,I've beena thief.
Rava has main-character anxiety, not felony energy. Still. It's a lot. A key means…
"Come in even if I'm not ready."
"Come in even if I'm asleep."
"Come in and see the mess I didn't have time to hide."
It means you're allowed to see the unedited version. And I don't really do that. The unedited version of me usually tells everyone to fuck off. I could still take it back. Say it was a joke. Say I gave it to him just in case of emergency.
Say, "Hey, Weston, actually, can I have that key back, I remembered I like being unavailable."
I'm not gonna lie, there's still that part of me screaming I'm being too much. But that part has been screaming since the first night I kissed him and didn't manage to stop.
"Are you sure I can just…walk in?"
"Yes, Rava. It's my house, not the Vatican."
He makes it sound like he's planning a heist. I hear the key in the lock. He takes the stairs way too fast, I can hear his footsteps rushing up. I smile a little. Then the door flies open.
He just throws it wide like he wants to scare me, even though I already heard him coming upstairs.
"Subtle entrance, Weston," I say, biting back a grin. He looks like a kid who's just crossed a tightrope without falling. He scoops up Lulu. "I did it," he announces. "I broke in!"
I grin from where I'm stretched across my bed.
"Congratulations, lovely felon." I reach up and kiss him on the forehead. "Now hand over my cat." He laughs, clutching Lulu a little tighter. "She came to me willingly, you know. We have a bond now."
"Tch, you're about to make her love you more than she loves me."
"Wouldn't be the first." He smirks as he hands her over. I take Lulu in my arms, but my eyes stay on him. Bad idea.
Because now my brain is like,oh cool, so we're parents and the cat is our child.
This is humiliating. He's staring at her like she's literally his kid. Poor thing is sitting there stiff like a cucumber, still kind of frozen, like he hasn't fully processed that I actually want him around all the time. It kills me.
He's so fucking adorable. We've had sex more times than I can count and he STILL acts a little shy around me. Which is insane, if you think about it. You're not shy when you're moaning my name with my dick buried inside you, little Weston.
That part you handle just fine. I scratch the back of my neck, glancing at him. "Give me five minutes. I need a quick shower." I smirk. "Unless, of course, you want to join." He tilts his head, pretending to think.
Dramatic as always. "I literally just showered…" He runs a hand through his still-damp hair. "Five minutes before coming here. My hair's still wet."
Then raises an eyebrow. "But damn, suddenly I feel dirty again. Guess I have no choice." He comes closer. "Let's go!"
Unbelievable. Look at this level of enthusiasm just to see me naked. He's not even trying to hide it anymore. At this point just say it, Weston. Just say, "don't bother putting clothes on ever again, Gio, I prefer you without them."
Honestly, I wouldn't mind. He laughs and just throws himself at me. I grab him by the back of his neck and push him forward toward the bathroom.
