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We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I’ve enjoyed every minute.
And, yeah, the physical component was a nice bonus, too—the man knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. I’m still thinking about his head between my thighs and the desperate way he asked me to bring the camera closer so he could watch me come.
The kisses, too.
The kisses were phenomenal, and making out with him was better than all of my other bedroom experience with past partners.
But I’ve liked the quieter, less assuming things, too.
The morning texts and the late-night phone calls when he’s walking around his apartment and trying to get his mind to settle.
The magnet he brought me from Cleveland: it’s the Rolling Stones logo and came with a note that saiddon’t be a groupie, Daniels.
How his eyes always find mine and the way his smile pulls up in the corners when he catches me watching him.
I don’t hide it anymore. He knows I’m looking at him because he’s busy looking at me, too.
I just don’t know what it allmeans.
Do I likehim? Or is it just the attention I like, the first time I’ve let a man get close to me in years?
I never used to feel a swoop in my belly when Shawn touched my shoulder, but now I do.
I never used to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking about and hoping he missed me like I missed him. And Idomiss him when he’s not here; I miss his laugh and how his nose scrunches when he smiles. I miss his voice low in my ear and his hands in mine.
I especially miss his gentle heart, that one that sent food to my office yesterday and today. I teared up in the bathroom after the delivery driver dropped off a big paper bag, overwhelmed with the recognition that someone out there cares about me very much.
I’m still not used to being cared for, but I’m learning.
The door to Maggie and Aiden’s apartment opens and Shawn comes barreling inside like I summoned him.
He looksgood, with his mussed-up hair and pink cheeks. The white sweater he’s wearing makes his skin look tan and soft, and his joggers hug his thighs in all the right places. I avert my gaze and take a long sip of my wine.
“Hey,” he calls out. “Sorry I’m late. Our team meeting ran long.”
“No worries,” Maggie says. “Aiden is still in the shower. Want something to drink?”
“Sure.” Shawn shrugs off his coat and hangs it on the hook by the door next to mine. “What are we having?”
“I brought a bottle of that wine we had when I was at your place,” I say, and Maggie gives me a look. “What? We hang out without you all.”
“Frequently?” she asks.
“A handful of times.”
“We’ve had a couple of video chats, too,” Shawn says as he walks toward the kitchen, and my cheeks flame scarlet red. He smirks and bends down to kiss my forehead. “Hey, Lace. How was your day?”
“It was good. Thank you for lunch, by the way. The sushi was delicious,” I say, and I loop my arm around his waist to give him a hug. “Want to sit?”
“Nah, I’ll stand. I’ve been sitting all day.” He turns his attention to Maggie, who’s busy staring at us. Her gaze bounces between my forehead and Shawn’s waist. “Can I help with anything, Mags?”
“No,” she says slowly. “The cookies are just about done.”
“What did I miss?” Aiden asks, walking into the kitchen to join us.
“Lacey and Shawn hang out without us,” Maggie says. She scoops the cookies off the sheet pan and onto a plate shaped like a Christmas tree. “And they video chat, too.”
We also watch each other get off. His dick is fantastic, and he has a pair of my underwear somewhere in his apartment,I think, but I keep my mouth shut.
