“Good,” Flynn murmured, wrapping both of his hands around his coffee mug. His heart skipped as he glanced up at Zach, busy finishing his breakfast and making happy sounds as he did so, tapping his foot to music that was obviously only playing in his head.
Contentment was rolling off him in waves, like a physical force, and Flynn just wanted to bask in that feeling for as long as he could. He was so damnedcomfortablewith Zach. More comfortable than he’d realized was possible.
For once in his life, someone liked him for who he was, not what he was doing for them. Sure, hewasdoing a lot for Zach, but Zach hadn’t made him feel used, not once.
That was so rare that Flynn barely knew what to do with it.
“So I’ll see you after class?” Zach asked, finishing the last of his bacon and pushing his chair away from the table. He lifted his plate to take it to the sink, and he didn’thaveto do that, but… it was one of a million tiny things he’d done that made Flynn like him even more.
Zach felt like someone he could be with. For the first time in his life.
“Yeah,” he said. “You go, I’ll clean up.”
“Are you sure? I’ve got time,” Zach said, glancing at the clock on the microwave.
“I’m sure,” Flynn responded. “Go. Don’t be late for class. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Naked?” Zach asked hopefully, his eyes lighting up.
“Maybe.” Flynn beamed at him, thrilled that Zach mightwanthim that way. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Zach rolled his eyes, but set his plate back down and walked around the table to peck Flynn on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon,” he murmured in Flynn’s ear, the soft brush of his breath making Flynn shiver.
He could get used to this.
Sitting back, he watched Zach grab his backpack from where he’d left it by the door, wave goodbye, and then disappear out into the hallway. The door swung closed with a thud, and the tiniest pang hit Flynn square in the gut.
He missed Zach already.
Laughing at himself, he stood and took their plates to the sink. To his surprise, halfway through washing the dishes, he caught himself humming.
Things were good.
All they had to do now was keep their story straight for the weekend, and then they’d have all the time in the world to really get to know each other. Flynn could hardly wait.
