Just as I was about to hit send on a message to Robin that readKit’sbeen telling his parents we’re dating, I thought better of it. On the one hand, I was still processing, and I kind of needed to tell someone.
On the other hand, Robin teased him enough already. I loved her—and really, she loved Kit—but I couldn’t tell her this.
No, it’d have to be mine and Kit’s secret. The boyfriend part, anyway. I couldn’t avoid telling people I was going away for Christmas.
That was exciting, now that I’d had a second to recover from the shock. I’d shown Kit where I was from, now he could show me wherehewas from. Other than by making me watch old episodes ofDoctor Who.
I did secretly like watching them with him. I liked that he didn’t mind me being around when he was at his most homesick, that I didn’t make things worse for him. I especially liked curling up on the couch with him, justbeingtogether. Quiet and peaceful and taking comfort in each other’s presence.
I knew how good we’d be together, but I hated to risk losing what we already had by asking for more.
It wasn’t even about sex, not really. I thought Kit was probably kind of fun in bed, but that wasn’t the point. Cuddling was the point. Soft kisses when we got home from work was the point. Lazy Sunday mornings was the point.
I didn’t just want to fuck Kit, I wanted tobe his boyfriend.
“This seat taken?” A man holding a cup of coffee asked, hand on the back of Kit’s seat.
“My boyfriend’s sitting there,” I said automatically, putting my foot on it so he couldn’t sit down.
So.
Kit was my boyfriend now.
Pretend boyfriend, obviously. I was just... method acting, or whatever. Easier to pretend if I believed it.
“I could be your boyfriend,” the guy said, offering me a shy little smile that I normally would’ve been all over in a heartbeat.
I liked shy.
“Sorry,” I said, nodding to Kit as he came back inside. “I like the one I’ve got.”
