Page 26 of More Than Scars
One attempt at a quick kiss only led to several others. “A single kiss is never enough with you. I promise to be more cognizant of your feelings. Can you ever forgive me?” The last of that statement, purposely laid on rather thick, was met with the exact response I’d hoped for.
“Maybe. Why don’t you try that apology thing again?” Sly boy toyed with the buttons on my shirt, purposely avoiding eye contact. Was he playing me? Hell yeah, he was, and I fucking loved it.
There we stood in the middle of the kitchen, making out like teenagers. I missed those new relationship periods of never getting enough of your new person of interest. I’d buried myself in building my career, only allowing for casual flings and hookups, so it’d been forever since I’d felt this. This was like my first crush all over again. Making out for hours in my parent’s basement under the guise of doing homework. Shaky hand jobs, worrying you were doing it wrong, only to remember how you liked it, and in a last-minute shift, managed to get yourself and them off.
What do they call it now? Oh yeah, the honeymoon phase.
“We, um,” Bowie stepped back. “Need to stop. It’s been a while for me.”
Had he too been busy trying to make a name for himself, or had it been the scars that kept him from being with anyone?
“Gotcha. We take it at your pace. But just for the record, I enjoy kissing you.” I reached down and adjusted myself so the words really sunk in.
“Yeah, um, yeah. I’m just gonna,” he grinned and hooked a thumb toward the hallway. “Take a cold shower.”
How could I not smile at his blatant honesty?
“You go right on ahead. Bowie?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you’re thinking of me while you’re in there.”
“I can promise you that.”
He disappeared around the corner, and I took a moment to collect myself. Bowie was really getting to me. Like in anit would break me if he ever decided to move outway. They’d both been here for a couple of weeks, and as far asroommate situations go, this was at the top of the list. They cleaned up after themselves, did their own laundry, and chipped in for groceries even though I hadn’t asked them to, and the conversations were enlightening.
Sure, Tony will find his special person or want to branch out and move into his own place, but selfish as it may sound, I hoped Bowie never wanted to leave. I had to tread lightly with him, which was why I hadn’t pushed anything personal between us all week. Now I saw the error in that decision, but still, unknown boundaries were a scary line to tread, and a skittish love interest left me with more questions than answers.
Building Bowie’s self-esteem and making him see the same beautiful man that I did was my number one priority for our hopeful relationship.
Now, back to where to take him tomorrow…
A-ha! Got it!
I woke up the next morning, excited for the date plan I’d come up with.
“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Tony smiled as he wandered through the kitchen. I sat at the table, sipping coffee and catching up on emails on my iPad.
“It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and another day of no rain. Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” he set up the machine to brew his cup. “That mattress is amazing. I’ll have to get one when I find a place of my own.”
Would he take Bowie with him? Not the words I hoped to hear today, and there's no denying it shot my mood down.
“So, where are you taking Bowie on your date?”
“Wait! Don’t say anything until I leave.” Bowie barked as he walked past us and headed straight for the coffee. “I wantto be surprised.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. Leave about eleven?”
“Works for me. Just need to do some laundry first. Dress code?”
“Comfortable and be prepared to do some walking.”
“I’m always down for a hike,” he smirked at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “I’ll be ready.”
Was he flirting or being sassy?