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“They are,” he tells me with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss on my cheek.
The gesture is adorable. If he keeps up with this, my heart will beat so fast it will fly out of my chest.
Going over to a vase of flowers I keep by one of the windows, I take out the wilted ones, replacing them with Tyler’s bouquet. The lilies smell divine.
“That was sweet of you,” I tell him as I do it, my back turned to him.
While the first few times Tyler had done it, I had been surprised at his nearness, this time as he creeps up on me from behind, I’m completely expecting it.
His arms wrap around me, and he presses soft kisses into the crook of my neck. It’s all so romantic, and I can’t help but feel like my insides are melting. If anyone had asked me a week ago if I could imagine myself with Tyler like this, I would have blanched and thought they were crazy. Now, I can’t seem to get enough of him.
“What brought you in so early?” I ask as Tyler sways the two of us side to side.
“Besides bringing you the flowers,” he starts, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing, “I wanted to see if you’d want to come over to my place this Friday and let me cook you dinner.”
“Really?” I ask, turning around in his arms as my back presses against the counter.
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, smiling at my disbelief.
“Okay,” I tell him, my voice sounding cheery, but my stomach churning with worry.
“What’s wrong?” He reaches his hand up to rub at the furrow of my brow to get it to loosen up.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just . . . What are we doing?” I’m genuinely curious at what to call it.
We haven’t talked about it, but is this dating? Are we friends with benefits? Is this a situationship? Does he expect me to fuck him on Friday? Am I ready? There are so many possible names for what we’re doing, and I can’t tell which one applies to us.
He doesn’t say anything at first, which absolutely does nothing to alleviate my nerves. Can he not see the anxiety growing all over my face? Maybe I shouldn’t have even asked the question. He’s already asking to cook me dinner, that should be good enough. Right?
“What do you want?” he asks, and I huff at the way he’s turning the question back on me.
“I’m not sure. As you can imagine, I’ve never really done anything like this,” I tell him, letting my eyes flicker away again as my virginal status has been brought up once more.
But my eyes don’t stay parted from his for too long, as his hand reaches out to lift up my chin, placing my eyes back on him. He has a soft smile on his face at my embarrassment, which may have made me annoyed before, but now, only makes my heart flutter.
“We’ll still take things slow,” he says, letting his head drift closer to mine as he adds, “I like you. And I want to see where this goes, if you want to.”
I’m only able to let my head shake up and down in a small nod before speeding up in a way that must make me look like a bobblehead.
“I do want to,” I finally choke out, watching as his smile widens even more, brightening up his whole face.
His smile sends electric impulses through my body. Knowing that he is willing to let me take my time makes me realize that a relationship with an older man isn’t such a bad idea.
“But,” he starts, causing my eyes to widen some as I worry about what it is he could possibly add.
He doesn’t want to take his words back, does he?
“Can we just keep things from your dad, for now? I only recently got this promotion, and work has already ramped up enough. While I don’t think your father has a problem with me, I don’t think any dad would be too thrilled at the idea of their only daughter dating one of his colleagues. Especially when he is the reason we found each other,” Tyler explains sheepishly, and I let out the breath that I had been holding in fear.
“Yes, we can. I thought the same. Because you’re right, he would not be too thrilled at the idea of me seeing you. Let’s keep things simple for now,” I tell him, though I know that if we continue seeing each other, we’ll have to come clean to my dad at some point.
But not yet. At the moment, I want to focus only on me and Tyler.
“Good,” he whispers before leaning down to press his lips against mine.
It’s both passionate and filled with a tenderness that makes me feel safe. I’m not sure why, because as Alex has pointed out a handful of times, Tyler ishot.Just feeling his chest under my hands gives me proof enough.
I’d love to get him out of this shirt.
