Chapter twenty-four
Rhys
Hulu and Do You? HBO Max and Climax? Amazon Prime and Naughty Time?
Itfeelsgoodtobe with the horses again and I hope Duncan enjoyed himself. Having him in my home, in my space, has been almost too comfortable. He makes everything light and easy.
Will it be like this in D.C.?
I can’t believe I told him I didn’t want to see him everyday. But, that’s too serious. Too involved.
I’m not moving here to become his boyfriend.
I’m doing it as a cook give-back opportunity.
That just happens to be in the city my current crush lives in. And, it’s fine for me to be crushing on him.
A crush is to be expected.
But, a relationship is not.
I’m not sure who needs the reminder more, my head, my heart, or my cock.
I’m on a relationship hiatus. I’m recovering from the damage Mike did. I’m supposed to be processing it and making music about my heartbreak.
But every lyric I’ve jotted down has felt more like Duncan Paisley than Meek Car.
I give Donkey a final pat and head back up to the house. I wonder how many rooms we can christen on his last night here?
Duncan has a country covers playlist on through the house’s speakers and the music accompanies me as I take off my boots on the patio. The doorslides open and I grab a glass of water before heading back to my room to shower.
The water is refreshing and I drain the glass as Duncan emerges from the hallway looking completely at home in my space. His hair is wet from the shower and tousled from towel drying, my sweatpants slung low on his hips. His delectable chest is on full display. His wide, veiny bare feet on my hardwood floor entice my gaze.
Hardwood indeed.
"How’d the shower feel?" I ask as I turn to refill my glass. I’m suddenly completely parched.
"Great. You’ve got a killer shower Charming." He says as he limps to the counter and leans his forearms on it.
"You okay?" The grimace on his face telling me he isn’t.
"My ass is on fire."
"Normally I’d say you should get that checked out but it’s from horseback riding isn’t it?"
"Yeah, Tiger was not easy on me."
I laugh and pass the glass of water over to him. I reach into another cabinet and pull out a bottle of ibuprofen.
"You’re a person who keeps pills in the kitchen?" He asks as he taps a dose into his palm.
"It’s where the water is."
"Where do you keep your first aid kit?"
"Kitchen, garage, barn, and bathroom."
He presses his lips together and nods.
