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And while I did want to meet them, I was glad I had more time before that came to pass.
My social battery was already too full. I felt a bit frazzled and overwhelmed. I wouldn’t have been at my best to meet them.
“You look like I feel,” Finn said, arm going around me, folding me into his side, and pressing a kiss to my temple. “You wanna go home?” he asked.
Home.
Not my place.
Home.
Somehow, it was really starting to feel just like that.
And, for the first time in my life, the idea of spending all my time with someone else didn’t fill me completely with dread.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lexy
The days following the clubhouse party all kind of blurred into some music-drenched, sex-tired, food-laden, blissfully happy blur.
Neither of us needed to be anywhere for those days, so we woke up early, shared coffee and breakfast. I taught him more about the guitar, singing as he started to play some songs.
We went to the record store.
We snuggled on the couch.
I learned how to cook and bake some basic things, though I openly admitted I liked it much better when he did all the work, and I could just sit there and eye-fuck him.
Then, yeah, there was a lot of that.
Fucking.
Well, to be honest, there was fucking, there was sex, there was lovemaking. All of it.
Embarrassing as it was to admit at my age, I don’t think I ever really knew all three of those until Finn. Or known that I would crave all of them. Especially the latter of them. Because ‘lovemaking’ required a level of intimacy, of vulnerability that I never felt comfortable sharing with a man.
Finn was just… different.
I couldn’t explain it. Not even to myself. And I’d been trying to work it out. When he had to go into the club for a while, or when he went to the grocery store, I would sit there in his house that was starting to feel a hell of a lot like my home as Perish kept dropping off CDs and records we’d requested, stare at the wall, and try to suss out why Finn was so different.
I came up with nothing concrete.
It was just a feeling. One I felt in my bones.
It was the sensation of being alone together with him. As comfortable with his presence as I was completely on my own.
Maybe that’s all love was.
A feeling.
A knowing.
Beyond all logical thought.
Something unexplainable, yet undeniable.
“I’ll be right back,” Finn said, planting a silly, loud, smacking kiss to my lips on his way out the door in nothing but a pair of running shorts and shoes.
Looking out the window, I could see Sutton, the Texan, already waiting for him on the street, his arms up, hands behind his head, chest heaving a bit. He’d been running from the clubhouse, to Finn’s house, and then the two of them would run for a while, and Finn would see Sutton off at the club before making his way back home to me.
He always came back covered in sweat, red in the face from the heat, and fucking euphoric. It almost made me want to take up running.
Almost.
But, you know, not quite.
Because sitting around in my pajamas and drinking coffee sounded a hell of a lot better to me.
Clearly, though, it was helping him.
I also didn’t mind eye-fucking him when he came back. And maybe climbing in the shower with him.
I was just finishing washing up the dishes from breakfast when my phone buzzed on the island.
I figured it was just Lottie once again, but was surprised to find my boss’s name on the screen.
I hadn’t even thought about work in days.
You mind coming in to work today? Need to leave early. Not feeling great.
Guilt flooded my system as I remembered that it was Carl, a semi-retired older dude, who had been covering a lot of my work shifts since my forced vacation to recover.
And I was recovered.
I’d even dropped in to my doctor to get the stitches out of my head the day before.
I was fully capable of being back at work.
Then there I was, selfishly letting an old man pull my shifts, so that I could continue playing house with Finn.
I’ll be right in.
I rushed through getting myself dressed, then left a note for Finn on the counter, telling him Carl had called me in, and that I would see him after work.
My car was now in Finn’s driveway, now that days had passed with nothing scary going on at my house or here. We’d needed it to be able to go to the record or food store, and Perish had been happy to drop it off for us.
So I grabbed my keys, and made my way out.
It felt strange to drive that familiar road toward work. Considering it was a course I’d driven almost every day for many years, it was odd that it felt almost wrong to be doing it again.
