Me: Sounds good, I can pick up something to eat on my way home.
Drake: Don’t worry about that, I’ll sort it. See you later <3
I stare at the heart emoji and all the talk about taking it slow, not ruining things by rushing into love fill my head. What do I do? Should I send one back? No, that’s a dumb idea, Finn, stop rushing everything.
“Yeah, I could do with a workout. Is Royal going to be there?”
I watch Memphis as his eyes light up at the mention of his boyfriend’s name. He nods. “He’s coaching the five-a-side football in the main hall.”
“I’ll drive there, and you can go home with him, if you want,” I offer.
He nods, and it’s quiet again.
“Ready?” Memphis asks as he closes his laptop and tablet.
I stretch my arms up over my head and feel the clicks in my back from being hunched over my desk. It doesn’t seem to matter how much money I spend on office chairs, I still end up stiff by the end of the day. I may have to join the yoga class, after all.
When we reach my car, I check the back for my gym bag. Bugger, it’s not there. “I’m going to have to go home; I haven’t got my bag. Do you mind, or do you want to take your car?”
“I can wait,” he says as he gets in the passenger seat.
As I drive through the busy rush hour traffic, I seemed to be cursed by red lights the whole way. Finally, I get to my apartment block and pull into park. As I stride quickly through the cars to get to the door, I notice that Drake’s car isn’t in its spot. I reach my door, quickly open it, and rush through to the utility room to grab my bag. After a quick look inside to check it’s got everything, I zip it up and head back to the lift.
As it pings open, I step in, not paying any attention until I bump into a solid body. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say as I look up, straight into Drake’s laughing hazel eyes.
“I’m not,” he says as he wraps his arms around me. “I thought you were going to the gym.”
“I didn’t have my kit; I’ve just grabbed it. Memphis is waiting in the car,” I say, holding up my bag.
“So, what are we going to do for the duration of the ride?” he asks, his chuckle low, gravelly, and sexy as fuck.
“Hmm, maybe this.” I reach out, clasping his nape, running my fingers through his hair. He matches my hum as my lips brush over his, then part them with a flick of my tongue and delve in. We kiss slowly, dipping inside each other’s mouths, only stopping when the lift pings its arrival on a floor.
Drake looks at me, lust-drunk eyes as dark that I imagine match my own. “This is me,” he says, stepping past me. “I’ll see you later, sir.”
With my hand on the door, keeping the door open, I watch as he struts down the hallway to his door. I know the sway of his hips and arse are on purpose. The little fucker will pay the price for that, the tease.
I descend to the ground floor, and when the doors open again, I pick up my bag and exit. I feel his eyes on me from his living room window; I don’t look back because I can see Memphis grinning at me. This keeping it on the downlow is not easy, like having to listen to things he tells any of his family and react like it’s the first time I’ve heard it.
“What are you grinning like a loon for?” I hope it doesn’t look like I’ve been kissing.
“Did you see Drake? He went in just after you.Annnd, he’s looking down at us.” He draws out the word.
I look up, and yep, I was right. He’s got his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. We both wave, and he returns it. “No, I didn’t. Ready?”
“Yep.”
I back out of my space and drive away, the taste of Drake on my tongue and the memory of his moan. How many hours is it until I see him again—too many.
Drake is leaning against the wall next to my door. His eyes lift from the screen of his phone and fix on me as I walk towards him. I’m still in my sweaty gym gear. It wasn’t hard to make the choice of showering at home with Drake’s hands over me. I do owe him an apology for being a little late.
“I’m sorry. Have you been waiting long?”
“Nope, a couple of minutes.”
I kiss him, then open my door and step back, letting him in first. “I’ll give you a key.”
He waits for me to close and lock the door before he drops to his knees and bows his head. With a smile he can’t see, I run my hand through his hair.
