GRAHAM
For the first time in a long while, I’m excited to be pushing my key into the lock of my condo. To see what is waiting for me on the other side of the door.
Instead of everything I’m feeling threatening to overwhelm me, I want to see Noah. I don’t want to avoid him.
Not after what we did in the club.
Fuck.
Thinking about it has my dick getting hard. But now is not the time for that. We need to figure out what we’re doing.
Pushing open the door, I’m met with a sight that shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.
Noah, with his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table, has a drink in hand. He’s still wearing my hat. The lights of Nashville cast him in a soft glow. He gives me a small smile.
As if to sayglad you’re not avoiding me again.
“Took you long enough,” Noah says. “I was starting to think you might have some regrets.”
Closing the door behind me, I toe off my own shoes and slip out of my coat.
“No regrets.”
It’s true. No matter how wild and errant the thoughts in my head have been about Noah and my feelings for him, I don’t regret what we did.
Not for one single second.
“It just took you that long to get home then?”
I drop down onto the couch beside him, leaving space between the two of us. “Got stuck talking to Mrs. Hannigan.”
Noah barks out a laugh. “What is she doing out this late at night?”
“She was coming home from a bridge tournament. Took everyone for their money, she said.”
“Of course she did.” Noah takes a long swallow of his drink.
Suddenly feeling thirsty myself, I grab the glass from him and take my own sip, pressing my lips to the same spot his just were.
The liquid lingers on his lips. I want to lean over and kiss it off. See what he tastes like again.
Will it be as good as the first time?
Will he taste like my cum?
Will he taste like bourbonandmy cum?
Fuck. It’s a heady thought. But I hold back. I’m not sure what we’re doing here. Not yet.
“You wanted to talk about this…” I wave a finger between the two of us as I kick one leg up on the couch and lean back into the cushions.
Noah swirls his drink, turning to rest his arm along the back of the couch. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Okay.”
My dick perks up, taking an interest in where this conversationmightbe going.
“I’m guessing you feeling what you felt tonight is a new thing for you.”
