He hesitates before nodding.
Smiling, I leave him to doze while I shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and select clothes for Ty. Then, I make a simple lunch of grilled cheese and a salad. I’m plating up when Ty wanders into the living area, wearing the clothes I chose for him. Something stirs inside me. Excitement? Lust? Maybe something in between. My clothes are a little too big for him, but that’s part of the charm.
“How do I look?” He twirls around.
“Gorgeous, baby.”
Grinning, he comes to me, allowing me to reward him with a kiss.
We sit at the tiny table to eat. It rarely gets used, because I usually sit on the couch when I’m home alone. It makes a nice change to be a touch more civilized.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask.
“Hmm, is going back to bed an option?”
I laugh and lean across to kiss him. “Don’t you want to see more of the city?”
He shrugs. “Yes, but I also want to see more of you, and I have so little time to do both.”
My heart sinks a bit. “When do you go back to the UK?”
“Tuesday.”
He’s not staying for long at all. For some reason, I’d assumed he’d stay for at least a week. This is more of a weekend break. It makes sense, as he’s here for tomorrow’s Pride march.
Panic flits into his eyes. “Assuming I can get on board.”
“You can do it.”
“Maybe.” He doesn’t sound convinced.
I put my hand over his. “Don’t worry about it, now. You’ve got two more days before you have to go home.”
His eyes light up. “And Pride!”
“Yes. You’ve got Pride to look forward to.” Has he brought something special to wear?
His cell rings. “I’d better get that.”
“Of course.”
He answers, grinning at whoever is on the other end. “It’s the guys. Uh, Rett, Zeke, and Micah.”
I raise my eyebrows. “All of them?”
“Yes!” He puts his phone on the table and puts it on speaker. “Emmet can hear you now.”
“Hi!” His friends speak in unison.
“I hope you’re taking care of Ty,” a guy with an American accent says.
“That’s Zeke,” Ty says.
“And I’m Micah.” He has a deeper, older voice and an impeccable English accent.
“Hi, I’m Rett.” Another English accent. Different, yet also posh. The best way to describe it is softly lilting, similar to Ty’s.
“We were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner,” Micah says.
