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Once that was over, I popped online to check on those searches I’d been doing earlier in the week. After talking toHenry, I felt better about accepting my sexuality, but I still did some research to confirm his theory. There was a lot out there about the sexuality spectrum, and stories to back it up. I was more receptive to people’s accounts online now that I had confirmation that it was real. I scrolled through some pages, mostly out of curiosity, since I’d already answered most of my questions earlier in the week. I was about to shut down my computer and get ready for bed when I noticed an email in my inbox that I hadn’t checked yet. I pulled it up, a smile overtaking my face when I realized what it was. My hand went to my phone automatically, wanting to talk to Hendrix, but then I remembered his phone was off.

This was big news, though, and he’d definitely want to hear it. I made a note to call him and share the good news with him and the band. Maybe I’d get a reward this time for pulling this off.

I wasn’t willing to tell him over the phone and Hendrix was busy on Sunday with another interview, so we made plans to meet up Monday night. He and the band were going to practice together a bit, but he said he wanted me to join him and I thought it’d be fun to see them practice like that.

Hendrix didn’t want me to have to drive at night, so he said he’d meet me at my office after work and we’d teleport back to his place. I still wasn’t comfortable with flying, but Hendrix didn’t take any offense. He did tease me for it, but I didn’t mind so much. I liked that he was playful with me.

My eyes darted to the clock over and over and I launched out of my seat when it struck five. I had my own office after getting apromotion last year, but I had to pass Henry’s desk to leave, and he shot me a bewildered look as I darted past.

“Woah, Artie, where’s the fire?”

“Can’t talk, got a date. See you tomorrow!”

I heard him laugh, but I didn’t stop to chat. I was too eager to see Hendrix. It felt nice that I had a friend who was interested in my life, though. I bounced on my toes while waiting for the elevator, willing the numbers to go faster when I rode it down. Hendrix was waiting for me out front, leaning against the wall beside the door. I actually almost ran past him before he called out to me with a laugh. Spinning around, I beamed at him. I had only seen him a few days ago, but I missed hearing him laugh.

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself,” he chuckled. “Got a date or something?”

He was teasing, so I went along with it, shrugging casually. “I mean, there was this really hot demon who’s been hanging around. Might go see him.”

Grabbing my tie, he dragged me closer, a grin on his face. “So you think I’m hot, huh?”

“The hottest,” I murmured, my eyes dropping to his mouth. Aside from near the club, we’d never kissed in public before. Especially not this close to my office and people who knew me. I could see Hendrix hesitate, maybe worried I would want to hide him, but I wasn’t going to pretend we weren’t real just because people at the office didn’t know I was gay. I crowded closer, soaking in the smell of his shampoo, and pressed my lips against his.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

HENDRIX

Art was justfull of surprises. Every time I thought he’d hold back, or hesitate, he proved me wrong. When he put his mind to something, there was no stopping him. Including his relationship with me. I loved that about him. He didn’t hide or pretend we were just friends in front of anyone but his daughter. And I knew he’d tell her when he felt like it was time. I latched onto him, keeping him against me, and showed him without words what it meant to me. The demon thing, the male thing, nothing fazed this guy. He deserved to know how awesome that made him.

Since it was still bright daylight and not the time to make out on the streets, Art reluctantly drew away before things could get too steamy. He hummed, leaning his forehead against mine for a second before straightening and readjusting his glasses.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that all day.”

This guy was good for my ego. I tossed my arm around his shoulder, tucking him against my side.

“Then let’s go somewhere we won’t have an audience. I’m not done with you yet.”

I figured Art would want to change before hanging out with the band, so I teleported us to his place first. At least, that was the excuse I was going with. Really, I wanted to get him alone. It’d been too many days since I touched him, and it was driving me nuts. I teleported us right into his living room, dragging his mouth back to mine the second he opened his eyes again.

“Wait. I’ve got news,” Art murmured between kisses. I sighed, nipping his bottom lip in punishment before jerking my chin at him.

“Make it quick, I’m dying here.”

Man, the smile he gave me was something. So damn happy and eager. There wasn’t a hint of the nervous guy I’d first met standing in front of me. I almost wanted to pull out my phone and take a picture. I was considering it when his words finally filtered through my head.

“I got you guys some studio time. You’ll finally be able to record some of your songs.”

My stomach flipped, and I jerked my gaze back to his, eyes wide. “Holy shit. You’re joking?”

He shook his head, beaming at me. “Nope. It’s a good studio, too. I was holding out for the more legit ones because I wanted it to be worth it. I wanted to tell you in person, so I’ve been dying to tell you since Saturday night.”

Elation exploded through me, and I yanked Art off his feet, crowing loudly. “No fucking way! That’s awesome!”

He laughed, easily letting me tote him around in my excitement. “I figured we can celebrate with the band. Two weeks from now, you’ll get to hear your songs on something other than a crappy recording on my phone.”

Damn, I liked the sound of that. And as excited as I was to tell the band, there was no way I could just let it go until everyonegot home in a few hours. I spun on my heel, marching towards the stairs. Art’s eyebrows shot up in question.