Gavin stops his progression in front of the building, dropping the bags at our feet. His head rolls to his shoulder and he gives me a quizzical look.
“You mean, you wouldn’t join us?”
There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence as I try to determine whether he’s serious or not. I’ve known the guy all of fifteen minutes and he’s already floored me with his incessant teasing. But his face appears stone cold serious.
“Uh…” I stammer, at a loss for words on how to respond.
Does he think I’m an automatic lay just because he’s giving me a place to stay? Obviously, I’m not a prude or averse to sexual experiences, but I’ve never had a threesome. Even when I kissed the other girl in college, there wasn’t a guy in the picture. I enjoy being brave and adventurous, but I’m not sure I’d be willing to share my sexual partner.
This just became all sorts of awkward.
Gavin doubles over in laughter, his hands landing on his knees to hold him upright from the force of his amusement. Once more, his joke is at my expense.
When he stands back up, I want to wipe the smirk off his face with my fist. Or maybe another part of my body. The one that’s tingling right now over his sinful smile.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You make it too easy to rile you up. I was only kidding.”
“You amuse yourself, don’t you?”
He shrugs and unlocks the ornate door, weathered and old, that stands about fifteen feet tall. It creaks and moans as it opens into a small foyer that ascends to a staircase to an upper flat.
“What can I say? I’m a funny guy.”
“No…you’re really not,” I scoff, shaking my head on a laugh. “Maybe if you were five.”
We both laugh and head upstairs to his apartment.
His bad jokes and need to tease me aside, I think Gavin’s a good guy so far. This arrangement might not be so bad after all.
