I’d gone backto my apartment after the holidays three weeks ago, much to Preston’s dismay. Even though I tried to put some distance between us, I ended up in his bed six nights out of seven. It seriously had me thinking about why I was paying rent in an apartment I effectively no longer lived in.
When it came to Preston, my head and my heart were on two different pages. My head said to start preparing myself for the impending separation, but my heart wanted to be with him every second to soak up all his love and attention. Either way, I knew it would break me in the end. And just like with Evan, I’d throw myself into my work to smother the pain from missing him.
But for now, my heart was winning and in control.
Today I was meeting with Michael to go over the final drafts and to talk internships. Tomorrow I’d make the presentation to my professors and Preston.
My phone buzzed as I walked into Michael’s office building. Juggling my plans and laptop, I pulled out my phone to find a text from Preston.
Preston: Can I take you to lunch? I miss you.
I smiled at his sweet text.
Me: I miss you, too. Even though it’s only been nine hours since you last saw me.
Preston: But it feels longer. And it’s causing me some pain.
I grinned.
Me: Really? How so? Do you need a doctor?
Preston: Yes. I need Dr. Reed to make a house call.
Me: What seems to be the ailment?
Preston: *photo*
I knew I looked like a dork, with the stupid grin on my face, but I couldn’t help it.
Me: That is concerning. Does it swell like that every morning? Let me see if I can find his number and make you an appointment.
Preston: -_-
Me: LOL–I’ll see if I can swing by before going to work. No promises, though.
Preston: You’re a terrible doctor. I could die from this.
Me: Good thing I’m not one.
Me: Go jerk off, or find Jaws.
Me: Bye babe.
Preston: *sigh* *stomps off to shower with a shark*
I wanted to keep on texting with him, but I had to get in there. Pocketing my phone, I looked up to find Michael standing at the door, watching me. I hadn’t even heard him.
“Hey,” I said. “Were you waiting for me?”
He laughed. “Yeah. I was coming out to meet the delivery guy and saw you grinning from ear to ear. Must have been good.”
My face heated thinking about Preston in the shower with the shark. “Uh, yeah. It was a friend.”
Michael looked at me and grinned.
“Okay, my boyfriend.” I blushed even more. I was a grown man blushing like a teenager.
“Must be someone very special.” He pushed open the door and took the deli bag from the delivery guy. “Follow me. We’re going to the conference room.”
