“Finally? You’re so funny. Well, I guess it is a good thing I did. Otherwise, I would have been a goner, you wouldn’t have been able to get in the front gate.”
“Yeah, you owe me— you owe me big,” he says with a mischievous smile. He then reaches down with both hands and squeezes my butt.
“That’s not going to happen,” I tell him with a smirk. “You’d better find another way.”
“Really? I save your life and you’re still not going to give up that ass?”
“Some things are not negotiable. However, I think there are several other ways I can pay you back.”
“Oh yeah?” he says with an eyebrow raise. “That sounds good to me.”
I give him a big kiss and he strokes the back of my neck as I do.
“Well, that’s good for starters,” he says. “And actually I’d say we saved each other’s lives. He could have killed you before I even got there, so you managed to fight him off long enough until I got here. And then you got loose when I was fighting with him and grabbed his hands and got the knife out. So, there’s no damsel in distress scenario going on here— we definitely teamed up to save each other— and hopefully put this lunatic away for life.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I say, planting another big kiss on him.
“I didn’t even tell you about the nightmare I had where he slid a note under my door saying you had the ring all along— that you were the murderer.”
“That’s crazy,” he says.
“Yeah, I know. I was afraid the dream was trying to tell me something, but I guess sometimes a nightmare is just a nightmare.”
He smiles and gives me another big kiss. We have a great night of wild sex and I wake up the next morning to him bringing me breakfast. We went at it so long and so late that it is almost noon. It was honestly the best night of sex I’ve ever had. I smile just thinking about it.
“You’re the best,” I tell him. “I should be making you breakfast today.”
“You’re right, you should,” he says with a smile. “But I love making you smile. And speaking of which, I think I’m a little too dressy, maybe I should slip into something more comfortable.”
“By all means,” I say.
He peels off his silk shirt and khaki shorts, then kicks off his Prada loafers. He reaches into a bag and pulls out a pair of basketball shorts and high-top sneakers and puts them on.
“What do you think?”
“I think you look like a million bucks— and hot as hell.”
“You said you’d like me better in sneakers and basketball shorts than all my designer clothes— I aim to please.”
“You succeeded,” I say.
“I do look kind of sexy— like a jock,” he says with a smirk. “I could actually get used to this look. It’s not so bad.”
Just then, someone buzzes from downstairs. I look out the front window and see it’s my friend Shawn, who I haven’t seen in months. We’ve been friends for years.
“It’s my friend Shawn, sorry I totally forgot he was coming by today. After last night it didn’t even cross my mind.”
“Oh it’s cool, I’ve wanted to meet him for a while now,” Icarus says. “And I’d say it’s pretty understandable you forgot considering everything.”
After I let him in, he immediately checks out Icarus, eyeballing him from head to toe. His smile and the twinkle in his eye tells me he approves.
“And who is this?” he asks.
“Oh, this is Icarus…” I say, looking over at him, “my boyfriend.”
Icarus breaks out into a huge smile. And for all my resistance and thinking this boyfriend stuff just isn’t me, it is all worth it for the look in his eyes and on his face. It means so much to him. And to my surprise, it does to me now too. It’s not as if we’re getting married, but boyfriend— that I can live with.
“Wow, boyfriend, huh?” Shawn says with a sly grin. “Heston, Heston, Heston— I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Neither did he,” Icarus says.
At the exact same time I say, “Neither did I.”
We all laugh.
Icarus leans into my ear, “I love you, Heston.”
“I know,” I tell him. “I love you too, Icarus. I guess it took me awhile to realize it. Now, are you finally going to tell me your real name, Icarus?”
He laughs and then I do too. He grabs my hand.
“Ok, I’ll tell you my real name.”
He looks into my eyes.
“Boyfriend,” he says with a smirk.
“Ok, boyfriend,” I say back.
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