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“He has a girlfriend.”
“From what you’ve told me, I need to ask, does he?”
“He does.”
Lou leaned back and crossed his arms. “Okay.”
“But, you’re right. He might need to know.”
“That’s my Lamp Chop,” Lou said with a sober smile.
Cage wasn’t exaggerating when he said he lived far away. For him to make a 7 am practice he would have to leave his house at 6 am and get up at 5:30 at the latest. The amount of devotion it would take to do that every day for years, if not his entire life, was impressive.
And, the closer I got to his place, the more nervous I got. Whatever it was that he was embarrassed about, I was sure I would be able to accept. But, what I had to tell him could easily be too much for him.
Telling him might be the end of what we have going on… whatever that is. Tonight could be the last night that he looked at me like I was the only person in the world. That would hurt.
By the time the car pulled up in front of Cage’s place, I was nearing a panic attack. Everything surrounding me was too much to ask someone to be around. Cage had his whole life ahead of him. He was going to be a famous football player with millions of fans. I would be an anchor around his neck.
It wouldn’t even be fair to ask him to deal with my stuff. He had his own stuff going on. Add that to whatever he was dealing with with his dad, and my stuff was starting to feel like something best kept to myself.
Cage stepped out the front door before I could call him letting him know I was here. Adding a healthy tip for the driver, I got out and approached him. He wore a plaid shirt, shorts, and he was barefoot. I had never seen his feet before.
I didn’t have a foot fetish, but his were wide and strong looking. It made me think of other parts of him that I did have a thing for. But I quickly pushed aside the thought knowing that I didn’t want to meet his father for the first time with a huge bulge in my pants.
“You made it,” Cage said uncomfortably. “Did you have any problems finding the place?”
“No, it was pretty easy.”
“It was far, right?”
“You don’t live close to campus. Did you grow up out here?” I asked looking around at the thick woods surrounding the cabin.
“From as early as I remember. You said you grew up in New York, right?”
“Manhattan,” I clarified.
“Right. So this place must be…”
“Where Bigfoot lives? Pretty much.”
Cage laughed, seeming relaxed for the first time.
“Well, Bigfoot actually lives a few miles from here so you’re not far off. Great guy, by the way. You don’t even notice the fur once you’ve talked to him for a while.”
I laughed, and like that we were both comfortable.
“Let’s go inside. We have a lot of stuff to cover,” Cage said leading me in.
With the door closed, I looked around at the space. I didn’t know what to expect after Cage’s warning. It was certainly nicer than I was picturing.
As a kid, I had spent a lot of time in the Bahamas. Both of my dads had places there and we often ate at neighbor’s homes. This cabin was much nicer than many of them.
Of course, I couldn’t tell Cage that his place was nicer than the places in the Bahamas where we had our winter homes. I didn’t think he would take that how I would intend it. So, instead, I said, “It must have been cool growing up here.”
“It was okay. If not a little isolating.”
“I know what you mean. One of my dads owns an island with only the house on it. So, replace the trees surrounding this place with water and the birds for sharks, and you have every one of my summers since I was three,” I said with a smile.
