Beau pulls back from my mouth. His voice is thick when he says, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I talked to you.” His lips ghost over mine. I sag in his embrace. Tentatively, I run my hand up his chest reaching up for his neck. My fingers glide behind his ear, and I let my thumb brush over the short stubble on his jaw.
He doesn’t break the kiss, but hums in approval
A loud banging causes me to jump. It's after nine; who would be knocking?
"Are you expecting someone?" Beau asks, seeming just as confused as I am.
"No," he moves closer to the railing and peers outside. "I can't see anything. It's too bright in here." We make our way down to the ground floor. No more noise comes, but I turn the lights off anyway. Anyone could have had a perfect view of us if they looked through the windows to the upstairs.
I see nothing but relatively empty street. "Must have been kids, see the lights on decide to pester?" Beau offers as an explanation.
"Maybe," now that the lust fog has cleared, I'm kind of embarrassed and not quite sure how to act.
Beau solves the problem for me by grabbing my hand and saying, "Lets get cleaned up so we can get you home." I want to ask if his coming with me, but I'm not sure what I want the reply to be.
Our shared clean up goes quick.
Beau vocalizes his sadness in missing out on all the good snacks, "If I'd have thought about all this food up here, there's no way I wouldn't have been here two hours earlier.” He looks over at me, “What did George have in that big bag?" He sounds suspicious.
"I sent him home with all the leftovers. Surprisingly, we only had a few less people than last month, but there was a lot more left this time." I frown, confused. Maybe I'll try all new stuff next month; perhaps they are tired of the same old stuff.
Beau sounds pissy as he whines, "Because I wasn't here to eat half of it. I wanted to stand over the table like a war lord. Crack my knuckles when anyone came close, and that was before I knew you made it all. I was at the gym an extra hour the next day, but it was so worth it."
Geez, I could tell he works out, but an extra hour is a bit much. I wouldn't make it one. The thought reminds of the ridiculous differences between us. I know he must find me somewhat attractive, or he wouldn't be here, but I'm still a bit insecure. My thoughts start running in circles, creating self-doubt. I feel Beau's knuckles brush over my cheek and realize I was just standing and staring at the ground.
"You have the most beautiful blue eyes,” he says. “So expressive and they look like sapphires. What were you thinking about, sweets?"
I smile gently, "Nothing really"
"You're a terrible liar," he states, but he doesn't push it further. "Ready?"
I take a look around, grabbing my bag, "Yup, all set."
Beau walks me home. I think he might come up when he follows me into the entry of my building.
However, he just gives me a soft kiss and says, "I'll see you soon." With that final promise, he turns me around to the stairs and pats my bottom, silently telling me to head up the stairs.
