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He kissed me softly once more before getting off the couch. It felt awkward waiting for him, but he didn’t take too long. He kneeled beside me, gently wiping the mess off my stomach. I saw a smile tugging at his lips and tipped my head curiously.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just wasn’t expecting that. Not that I’m complaining. I just thought you’d be more hesitant with your lack of experience.”

My face flushed so quickly, I almost felt like I could spontaneously combust. “I’m sorry. I–”

“Nope. No apologizing. That was hot. And I’m glad. I was honestly worried about being with a first timer. I’m not exactly patient and I was worried I’d push too hard, too fast.” He finished cleaning me up, studying my face as I tucked myself away again. “I didn’t, right? It felt like you were into it.”

I huffed out a laugh, ducking my head as I sat up. “Definitely into it. More than I expected, honestly.” Way more. It was something I’d have to look at more closely later because nothing I’d ever done with Val ever came close to that.

“What do you mean?”

I shrugged, tugging my shirt down and smoothing it out self consciously. “I don’t know. I thought maybe I wasn’t as into sex as much as most guys. I wanted intimacy, but I never felt that desperation before.”

I was glad the only lights that were on were from the light above the stove and what little filtered through the front windows from the streetlights. We never turned on the overhead lights because I didn't want to wake Sophie. The shadows hid my blush, which was working its way down my chest, the heat of it feeling like a sunburn.

Hendrix hummed, stretching his legs out and settling himself on the floor next to me. “You said you’ve only been with one person, right? No fooling around in high school? Stray hookups in college?”

I shook my head quickly. “Never. I wasn’t exactly popular, a little nerdy and awkward, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” I gestured to my glasses and the bowtie hanging off my collar. “It honestlysurprised me when Val asked me out. She initiated every interaction, and I was happy to go along with it because at least she picked me.”

Something flashed over Hendrix’s face, but I couldn’t make it out in the shadows. He could probably read everything on my face, but I couldn’t see well in the dark. He wiped away whatever he was thinking, tipping his head back to look at me.

“Well then, I think there’s a lot you still have to discover. You figured out you like frotting, but there’s a whole list of stuff we can try later.”

The thought of him wanting to do more with me made my cock twitch. If I was younger, I’d be half hard already. I didn’t have that kind of recovery anymore, unfortunately. I needed at least an hour. And I didn't think Hendrix was going to stay that long. It was already incredibly late, and he had been working tonight. He needed his rest, just like I did. No doubt, despite her late bedtime, Sophie would be up bright and early, asking for pancakes. Still, I didn't want Hendrix to think I was kicking him out.

“I… I’m looking forward to it.”

He grinned at me, grabbing the lapel of my suit jacket to drag me closer to him. My earlier trepidation was gone, and I met his lips with enthusiasm, shivering when he nipped at my bottom lip.

“I need to get going or I’m gonna attack you again.”

It was disappointing, but I knew I couldn’t keep him here forever. I stood when he did, walking him to the door. Grabbing his guitar, which he’d left by the door, he headed out. He spun around on the stairs outside the front door, making me pause halfway to shutting it.

“You know, it’s a little weird that my friends have your number and I don’t. Am I gonna have to beg the number off of Maya?”

If I kept blushing like this, I was going to permanently stain my face red. I grimaced, shooting him an apologetic look.

“Sorry. I forgot about that part.”

In my defense, people didn’t normally ask for my number. I didn’t have many friends. There were a few people at the office I was friendly with, but none who I’d consider an actual friend. We never spent time together outside of the office. The only reason I had a phone was so Val could call me about Sophie.

Hendrix put out his hand, and I offered him my phone, watching as he typed in a number and called himself. He handed me my phone back with a wink.

“Good. Now I can text you and figure out when our next date will be. See you later, Art.”

That name still warmed my middle, and I ducked my head to hide the giddy smile on my face. “Good night, Hendrix.”

He chuckled, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘so damn cute’ before he disappeared. That wasn’t a figure of speech either. I looked up, and he was gone, disappearing into thin air. I was a little jealous that he could teleport like that. I shut the door behind me, locking it and leaning heavily against it. Tonight had been nothing like I’d expected, and I was already counting down the minutes until I could see Hendrix again.

The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful. Both Sophie and I slept in the following morning, and we spent most of the day relaxing and playing together. I took her to her favorite park, we grabbed some ice cream cones from our favorite shop, and we practiced her math together. I found some videos online about making math more fun, and we played some games to make itinteresting. She didn’t get it right away, but eventually it clicked and she had fun.

We were cooking dinner together when she started asking me questions.

“Daddy, your friend Hendrix isn’t human, right?”

Turning to her, I studied her little face. “That’s right. He’s a paranormal. Does that bother you?”