Maybe one heart.
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic when it comes to him, but I don’t think I need to share any of my thoughts. It really feels like he knows anyway.
After a moment, though, the spell is half broken when I shift, and we both wince at the mess we made and our oversensitive dicks.
Even with the wincing and the hissing when I slowly sit up, neither of us stops smiling.
“Wait here,” he whispers as he guides me to lie on my side next to him. He sprints to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth, then cleans me up with so much care I feel like my heart will burst with love.
After he also cleans himself, we go back out to his living room and turn off all the electric candles, then we go right back to bed and fall asleep holding each other.
It’s better than any dream my mind could’ve conjured.
Wakingup in Lex’s bed, circled in his arms, willneverget old—the definite twinge in my ass probably won’t either.
“Are you okay?” Lex asks, his face scrunched up with worry when I wince as soon as I sit up on the bed.
“You’re so sweet,” I tell him, cupping his cheek and risking another twinge to lean down and kiss his lips. “I don’t think I’m ready for another round this morning, but I’m okay.”
He doesn’t seem to mind in the least when instead we enjoy lazy hand jobs in the shower before Lex has to go to morning practice.
I might stare at the closed front door for a long, wistful moment before I finally snap out of it and get to work.
An impromptu trip across the country means I left my team a bit in the lurch, though none of them seemed even slightly bothered by it. But I still plan on helping as much as I can from here.
I check in with Austin, but since I’m staying put until Lex gets back, I tell him to take the morning off, then I spend five hours checking in on them, offering to help with whatever comes up, but thankfully, there are no emergencies. Everything is running smoothly.
When he gets back, Lex tries to hide how draining practice was for him, but I can see through the bright smile he puts on.
“I don’t doubt you’re happy to see me, but you don’t have to pretend this doesn’t suck.” I don’t expect him to start spilling every emotion he’s feeling, I just want him to know he doesn’t have to suffer even more for my sake.
“Okay,” he mumbles, face downturned and dejected.
“Let’s go see Ruko. I bet he can make you feel better, huh?”
I get a tiny—but real—smirk for my trouble, but it disappears when we get into the elevator.
“He’s going to tomorrow’s game.” The way he says it tells me he’s tired of trying to convince him to stay away as much as he’s dreading whatever Ruko’s reaction will be when he’s seeing the game live.
“I’ll be with him,” I assure him. “I know I’m tiny compared to your Dad, but I’m scrappy. I bet I can take him down.”
Lex is still laughing when he starts his car.
Lunch with Rukois wonderfully familiar and also a whole new experience.
It feels like... like lunch with the boyfriend’s family.
That’s stupid.
Not only because I know Ruko already considers me family—and in all honesty I think of him as a kind of uncle, even if it’s unsaid—but also because we haven’t really hadtheboyfriendconversation.
Regardless, itfeelslike that’s what we are.
The meal passes by quickly, even if the tone isn’t always a happy one, with Ruko refusing to miss another of Lex’s games.
There’s a glint in his eyes, as he declares he’ll be there to support his son, that tells me it’s going to be way more complicated than that.
When we get back to his apartment, I assure him yet again that I’ll be with Ruko at the game, that I’ll try to do my best to keep him calm, and in return Lex gets on his knees and shows me paradise.
