I waved my fingers at him and tried to smile.
God, I loved him. He was so pretty.
And kissed like a god.
I needed to tell him that right now, too.
But before I could get up, he walked up to where I sat at the bar and looked at me.
I sighed. “You’re so pretty, and I love you.”
Nick rolled his perfect lips in to keep from smiling at me. He must need to hear it again.
“I love you. Do you know that? And I have a love rocket for you in my pants.” I smiled at him.
Nick became blurry for a minute as he dropped his head down to his chest and he shook.
Oh god! I’d made him cry.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry I love you. I mean, I’m not sorry, I just mean I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m an asshole. And I have one of those too with your name written all over it.”
When he collapsed on the bar, I panicked. I’d killed him.
“Alejandro! Get over here! I killed him!” I yelled, making my brain rattle.
Nick picked his head up and looked at me. “You didn’t kill me, you dumbass. I’m laughing at you.”
That was a relief.
“I didn’t kill him!” I yelled, as if Alejandro wasn’t standing behind the bar. I could see him shaking his head at me.
Warm hands that I knew belonged to my Nick cupped my face as he pulled my gaze away from my asshole best friend.
“Preston, I’m going to take you home. You’re drunk.” He looked at me so sweetly.
I grinned. “Are we gonna fuck now? I’ve been waiting so long.”
Nick curled in his lips and closed his eyes. He was laughing again. What was so funny about fucking? When he stopped, he looked at me with those eyes I loved. I needed to tell him. “I love your eyes.”
He smiled. “Thank you. And no, we’re not gonna fuck. You’re going to get in bed and go to sleep.”
“But…but…I’ll be lonely without you. And I gotta show you my love rocket.”
Everyone around us was laughing and drew my attention away from him. He let go of me and I missed him.
“Nick, where are you going?” I wailed.
“I’m right here, Preston. Come on,” he said, pulling me up. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I slung my arm over his shoulders. “Give me your keys.”
I grinned at him. “No. You gotta go get them.” I patted my dick with my free hand.
“You keep them in your underwear?” he asked.
I grinned. “For you, I do.”
“I’ll do it!” I heard that other bartender say, making me frown.
Nick laughed. “I’ve got it, but thanks anyway, Ben.”
