Page 9 of Merry Me Bartender
My stomach is currently too full with butterflies to have any room to put food in. Shaking my head, I abandon my boots with my coat and walk further into his home. Everything smells like him, so that’s a nice touch.
“A shower sounds nice if that’s okay. Definitely spilled plenty on me during my shift.”
Not because I want to be clean in case something comes out of staying the night at his place, of course.
“I’ll get you something to wear.” Shuffling deeper into his home, he abandons me long enough to return with a shirt. Showing me where his bathroom is, he scratches at the back of his neck.
Are we always this awkward? Right now, it feels very noticeable.
“Take your sweet time, we can go to bed right after.” Trying to be nice, he says words that make my shoulders sink.
What if I don’t want to go to bed right after? What if I want to stay up with him until the sun greets us in the morning?
Unable to tell him what I actually want to do, I purse my lips together and nod. Thanking him softly, I slipped inside the room and shut the door. Resting my back against it, I breathe out a sigh and hug his shirt to my chest.
I feel like this shouldn’t all be so complicated, but here I am overthinking everything.
If I really want something, maybe I shouldn’t keep waiting for it to come around. Instead, I need to be more forward.
After this, I swear I’ll be more forward.
Once I’ve figured out how to work his shower and am underneath the delicious heat, all of my worries slip along with the stream of water and down the drain.
* * *
When I get out of the shower and find him sitting on his mattress, I take in the appearance of his bedroom. It’s so basic and, well,boring.What it needs is a little bit more decoration. Compared to my own room which is covered in fairy lights and has a few potted plants inside, this place is unsettling.
I’m going to buy him a cactus for Christmas. Maybe a picture frame too with some kind of art.
Humming quietly to myself, I clutch the front of the shirt that I’m wearing and walk toward him.
Kade looks up and I see his throat bob as he swallows. While I’m feeling a little nervous, this guy looks like he’s planning everything out in his head.
He’s definitely thinking too hard.
Stepping between his parted knees, I take his face into my hands and lean down to kiss him. It’s a nice distraction we both need from all the thoughts spiraling in our heads. No more overthinking this.
Before I get too lost in the kiss, I pull away and offer him a smile in return.
Even if I really want something to happen between us, we don’t have to do anything if it’s going to lead him to overthink everything. The last thing I want him to do is something that he will regret.
Pulling away, I crawl onto his big bed and spread out. What is this, a king-size mattress? I suppose for a guy his size, he’d need something like this. Gosh, I feel so small in comparison.
Twisting around, he cracks a smile in amusement. He doesn’t understand the difference of what I am in comparison.
“Might have to stay here more often,” I mumble, curling against the blankets. “If that’s okay, I mean.”
Kade curses under his breath, nodding his head. “I will let you stay every night if that is what you want.”
Letting his eyes lower, he takes in the shirt I am wearing. While it might fit nicely on his body, I am basically swimming in the thing. The longer he looks, the sooner my body betrays me.
Nipples hard beneath the faded logo, my stomach rises and falls with each steady breath. A heat collecting between my thighs is nearly impossible to ignore thanks to having him so close by.
He’s not helping me in the slightest by staring, his own hunger apparent. So much for thinking he won’t want this. No, right now, I can’t help but think that he is holding himself back.
Biting my lip, I decide to test my theory by bending my knees and parting my thighs. His eyes follow my movement before another string of muttered words leaves his lips.
“No underwear?” Shaking his head, he rubs at his tired face. “Are you trying to kill me?”