“I spoil you because a boy I like likes you,” I explained to her.
She snuggled closer to my chest.
Was that what Seattle was? A boy I liked?
Everything suddenly felt so much more complicated.
catdad_93: I am now
catdad_93: she has a lot to thank you for
starving.in.seattle: tell her I love her
starving.in.seattle: all of them, I love all of them
I believed that. Seattle had been nothing but sweet since I met him.
And sexy.
But he’d been safely all the way in Seattle and now I didn’t know what to think anymore.
* * *
“And you didn’ttell him?”Dante asked, mouth hanging open.
I wished desperately for a timer to go off in the kitchen, but I knew nothing was due just yet.
Instead, I grabbed a cloth and looked for a surface to clean.
“He’s probably long gone by now,” I defended. “I didn’t want him to feel bad that we’d missed each other.”
The front windowsills hadn’t been wiped down in a while. At least a handful of days. Definitely the perfect time to clean them.
“First of all, you don’t know he’s not staying in town,” Dante said, reminding me of my second-biggest fear for the day. “And secondly, even if he’s not, he’ll be driving back home eventually. He could stop by here. You could finally meet him.”
Right. My biggest fear.
“That would be the problem,” I said, scrubbing at a stubborn spot of dirt that I realized a moment later was actually a shadow.
“Why?” Dante asked. “You like him, he’s cute, you already know the two of you get along. Even if it’s just one coffee, wouldn’t it be nice to hang out? Just for a little while?”
“No,” I said.
I could feel Dante staring at my back, but the windowsill was as clean as it was ever going to be. Any more scrubbing and I’d start taking the paint off.
When I turned around, Dante was standing there with both hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his cardigan, still looking at me.
“No,” I repeated, “you saw him.”
“Yeah,” Dante said. “He was everything you go for. Tall, dark, handsome, and he even had the suit happening without it being a special occasion. He’d bore me to tears in bed but you’d love him.”
“Weren’t we talking about one coffee?” I raised an eyebrow, rinsing out the cloth I’d been cleaning with.
“Well, one coffee and a blowjob for the road,” Dante said. “He’d be into it.”
“You’re basing all this on the day he was born?” I asked.
Dante shrugged. “Plus the almost definitely cashmere sweater that screamed out to be touched and the fact that he runs the horniest food Instagram account known to man. Everything about him says hedonist, even if he wouldn’t think of it that way. I promise you he’ll suck cock like it’s his job.”
