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Me:We can have fun.
My phone buzzes in my hand only a few seconds after I hit send.
Michael:Why are you awake?
I skip telling him the whole truth. I give him a bit of it so it can at least give me an excuse, but my gut clenches at even that small lie.
Me:I had to do some laundry. You?
Michael:I don’t sleep much. Are you going to bed soon?
Me: I’m not sure. I’m tired, but I’m full of energy because of tomorrow. My flight leaves at ten, so I have to be up in a few hours.
Michael: Wanna fly with me?
Fly with him? Huh? Before I can ask what he means, I get another message.
Michael: Is your bedroom the last room on the left?
I scrunch my face at the phone but answer anyway.
Me: Yes. Why?
I don’t get a message back. There are no little dots that pop up at the bottom or any indication that he saw my message at all. It is three in the morning, so maybe he passed out in the middle of our conversation. Oh, well.
Plugging my phone into the charger, I head to the bathroom to do my hair. Might as well get it out of the way and put a bonnet on to protect my hairstyle. I can always redo it when I get settled in the apartment the company has for me.
I have one braid done and am detangling my hair on the other side when I hear a tapping noise. I go to the bedroom door, thinking it’s Conrad asking about his laundry. Sighing, I pull the door open to find the hallway empty. I look left and right, but there’s no one. Eyebrows knitted in confusion, I close the door and head back to my bathroom when I hear it again. My head snaps to the window where I see a large shadow hovering.
Slowly and quietly, I grab my phone to call 911 to report an intruder. I look down to unlock it and see a message from Michael.
Michael: Open your window.
“What the hell?” I mutter and cautiously walk to the window. I peek out of my blinds and see a handsome man with gray eyes staring back at me. Unbidden, a smile breaks across my face and I pull up my blinds and push the window up, popping out the screen.
“Step back,” he whispers, and I do, watching him climb inside. He’s so big, I almost think he’ll get stuck, but he makes it look effortless. When he has both feet planted on the floor, he looks at me with a grin. Still whispering, he says, “I didn’t think your stepfather would appreciate me knocking this late.”
Shaking my head, I move around him to close and lock the window, then pull him into the bathroom. Shutting the door, I lean against it and just stare at him. He eases onto the bathroom counter and looks around. When his eyes land back on me, he raises an eyebrow.
Taking a breath that sounds rough to even my ears, I ask, “What are you doing here, Michael?”
Looking handsome and carefree, his lips curve up and he answers simply with, “I wanted to see you.”
Just those simple words make my head spin and my belly flutter. I don’t think anyone has told me they wanted to see me just because before. And certainly, no one has gone out of their way to come see me in the middle of the night. In this era of technology, he could have FaceTimed me. But he chose to come to my window—a little creepily—to sneak in to see me.
The feeling in my belly spurs me on and I muster all the bravery and strength I have. I make my way over to him, standing between his legs. Placing my trembling hands on his thighs, I feel them tense under my touch. On a whisper, I say, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Please,” he murmurs back, and I stand on tiptoe to touch my lips to his.
My first kiss and it’s as good as I hoped it would be. It’s slow, tender, and soft. It’s lovely. It’s everything.
Michael’s hands glide around my back and he pulls me close as he slides off the counter. Without breaking the kiss, he spins me around, lifting me onto the counter, his big body sliding between my legs. I whimper against his lips, wrapping my hands around him to feel the hard muscles of his back.
Tilting my head up, Michael digs his fingers into the loose hair at the nape of my neck then licks his way into my mouth. A startled groan leaves my lips, but I don’t let it stop me from tangling my tongue with his. Michael’s other hand squeezes my hip and I feel his hard dick against my leg. I’ve never felt one before—other than my own—and it should scare me, but I want more.
I’ve never been with a man before, even though I’ve known I’m gay since I was young. I just never wanted anyone before. I didn’t have the term to define it. I knew I wasn’t asexual, and demi wasn’t quite right, even though I didn’t want to just sleep with anyone. Now, I know it was because I was waiting … for him.
Michael pulls away before I do, breathing heavily. He presses his forehead against mine, still squeezing my hip.
