And then blinked again.
What?
“What?” he asked, then worried that he’d made it sound like he wasn’t a hundred and ten percent on-board with cuddling. “Uh… not that I, umm. I mean… I’m not exactly… upset…”
“Good, because I’ve been trying to figure out whether or not it’s okay to be interested in you since our first date and I was starting to lose hope.”
Nolan had no idea how to respond to that.
Although. Looking back, there were a few… dozen… things he might have noticed earlier if he hadn’t been so busy trying to convince himself that Finn couldn’tpossiblybe interested.
“Umm,” Nolan said, looking directly ahead while he tried to gather his thoughts. Or at least ride out the wave of nervousness and excitement currently sloshing around in the pit of his stomach.
“Unless I’m making a mistake?” Finn asked, his voice softer now, unsure.
Nolan swallowed. Finn had been brave enough to say something.Hecould be brave enough to admit to his feelings, too.
“You’re really hot and I don’t understand why you’d be interested in me,” Nolan blurted out, which was a little more admitting to his feelings than he’d intended.
Why couldn’t he justbe coolfor once in his life? Why was that so hard?
Finn snorted. “And you’re smart and successful and adorable,” he said. “You have a pretty smile and a cute butt and a wicked sense of humor, and a smart guy would latch onto you in a heartbeat because you’d be the world’s easiest to get on with sugar daddy.”
Nolan wrinkled his nose, wincing at the idea of being anyone’ssugar daddy. “Please never say that again.”
“Which part?” Finn asked innocently.
When Nolan twisted around to look at him, he was grinning broadly. So heknewwhich part.
He’d also finished setting up what Nolan could only describe as a nest of blankets.
With the rain still pitter-pattering outside and cooling the air, it lookedreallyappealing. Not to mention the fact that Finn was already getting comfortable in it.
Finn’s presence was pretty appealing all on its own. Finn andblanketswas practically irresistible.
Nolan kicked his shoes off into the footwell and climbed into the back of the car with all the grace of a newborn giraffe and none of the excuse. At least Finn didn’t laugh at him.
“Are you really gonna make me repeat it?” Nolan asked, even as he wriggled his way under the blankets and into Finn’s waiting arms.
“I’d like to be a hundred percent sure what you don’t want me calling you again,” Finn said, still grinning.
“Sugar daddy,” Nolan said, every syllable making him want to shudder as he pronounced it.
Finn chuckled. But he also threw an arm around Nolan’s waist, splaying his hand possessively—no,protectively—over the small of his back.
So it wasn’tallbad.
Nolan couldn’t stop himself from laughing, too. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought that he wascuddlingwith Finn and there was no one around to see it, this time.
That Finnwantedto do this.
He’d probably wanted to do it last time, too. Nolan had just been too slow to realize.
They could make up for lost time now.
“I don’t mind it whenyoutease me,” Nolan said after a few moments of turning the thought over in his head.
He’d thought up until now thatbeing teasedwas what he hated, but that wasn’t it at all. Hecouldtake a joke.
