Jesus, he was gonna kill me with the midday sexts.And I was gonna love every second of it.
Save it for next time.
Oooh, did we unlock your dominant side?
I frowned.I hadn’t thought of teasing the hell out of him as especially dominant… but it made sense now he said it.It was usually him setting the pace; I’d just finally given in to my constant urge to pin him down and make him scream.Which was a lil dommy, yeah, okay.Fair.
And either way, he’d liked it.No, he’dlovedit.I’d never seen him just go limp after an orgasm like that, just fucking falling into my arms.I could spend a lifetime just working for that, right there.
Alas, capitalism.So I texted back:
We’ll have to find out.
Love that for me.
This softened the blow of him telling me he picked up a shift that night.He apologized and reminded me we’d have the whole weekend,.
It was probably good, though.Spending two nights in a row at Diego’s, I would find it even harder to leave than I had this morning.And seeing as there was no word on the boyfriend front, I’d have to be content with that.
For now.
***
Before I left to pick him up that Saturday, Diego texted me:
Diego
If I dress like myself, is it gonna cause you work issues?
To which I said:
Fuck em if it does.
But like not in a performative way.
I genuinely just do not care.
Lol u good babe thx.
So when I rolled up in front of his apartment to see him in a crop top featuring an anthropomorphic pierogi with a green purse and baseball cap, I shouldn’t have been surprised.But I was always gonna be delighted.“Oh my god, where did you find t-shirts with the pierogi racers on them?”
“Jalapeno Hannah is my girl,” he said mysteriously, sliding into the front.“Honestly, tho, Giant Eagle.I just doctored it up a little.”
“You’re amazing.”I started the car back up.“And hot as fuck.”
“Thank you, darling.”He pretended to flip long hair he didn’t have over one shoulder.
I was about to ask him when the last time he’d been to a sporting event was, but he suddenly said, “So, about the boyfriend thing.”
My heart leapt.Then plummeted.
Why did I still feel like a fucking teenager around him all the time?I wasn’t sure if I loved it or hated it.
“So, I gave it a lot of thought, and I do think it’s a good goal.But I don’t think I’m ready to declareboyfriendsyet.”
I nodded, trying to digest it before I said anything.“Good goal” and “yet” were the words I was clinging to.
Not that I was in a hurry.There was no reason to hurry—I was where I wanted to be, and if he was too, great.And not like I hadn’t earned a little pain, seeing as it was him in this position last time we—
