Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(30)

“I am!”

“What? Humble or a god?” He looks at me as he stops at a red light.

“Both.” I smirk.

“God, you’re something.” He chuckles.

“See, you just said it yourself!”

“I’ll have to watch whatever I say around you.” He glances at me before starting to drive again.

“Nah, you don’t have to watch what you say around me. Remember, no judgment.”

“I just mean that you’re always teasing and turning what I’m saying.”

“Never in a bad way. You should know that by now.” I chuckle.

“How did we get from hating each other to being this close?” he asks, sounding amused.

“I’m not sure, but I know we could be a lot closer. If you catch my drift.”

“Oh, I do catch your drift.” I can see a slight blush cover his cheeks, even with the low light.

“Glad you do.” I pat his thigh, and he tenses up a bit.

“Such a flirt.” He swallows hard.

“Always, you’ll learn to know that about me.” I squeeze his thigh as he parks in his driveway and lean into him. He turns to face me, and I can’t help it, I find myself brushing my lips over his. “Don’t join a dating app. These guys on there are going to wreck you and put you off of men. As I keep saying, when you’re ready, come to me.” I wink at him, and he looks at me stunned that I pecked his lips. I’m not sure if he was expecting it, nor ready for it, but I had to. God, they are so f*cking soft. I reluctantly get out of his car when I don’t see him move or say anything. It’s like we both need to process what just happened even though it was just a peck.

I walk home and wave at him before going in. He’s still sitting in his car, looking stunned. I hope I’m not the one who scared him off of men. That’d be just my luck. If anything is going to happen between us, I want him to be the one instigating things. Not because I’m scared of rejection, but because I don’t want him to feel like I’m forcing myself onto him. He’s been through enough without having a horny guy on his ass trying to get in his pants sooner than he’s ready for.

I lock the door behind me and throw my keys in the bowl on the small table by the door and take off my shoes. So much for getting all dressed up. I am, however, really happy that Nate was there, saved my ass, and that we had another interesting conversation. I’m enjoying spending time with Nate more and more. Besides the fact that he’s easy on the eyes, it’s a great feeling to know that he’s getting more comfortable around me each day.

I smile to myself, brushing my fingers over my lips. They are still tingling from that stolen kiss. I can’t even begin to imagine how it’ll be if and when Nate and I share a real kiss. I can’t wait for that day.

I take off my tie and fold it in three before placing it on the kitchen island. I walk to the fridge and open it, grabbing a small cardboard container and close the fridge. I pick up a fork and head upstairs.

Tonight requires some solo Netflix and chill. I’ve become an expert at that lately. I strip to my boxers and open the small box, containing a piece of peanut butter cheesecake I picked up earlier today. I can’t wait to dive into this little treat.

I put my phone on charge and see a few missed calls from ‘Satan’ aka John. I reckon we all have an ex called Satan in our phones. If you don’t, you should reconsider it. It’s rather funny to see a call from Satan come up. I ignore his messages and take a forkful of the cheesecake and sigh happily. This is what heaven feels like.

My thumb hovers over the Hunt4Gays app for a few seconds before pressing it. I don’t really know why I’m checking it. I’ll probably have a shit load of messages from John using his fake identity to lure me in.

I see the picture John has been using with new written next to it, meaning I have at least one new message. I tap on his picture and block him, not wanting to bother reading what he has to say. I really can’t be bothered to lose any more time talking to him. He’s not worth it.

I tap off the app and close it. I’m thinking of deleting it altogether. With the way things are going with Nate, I don’t feel it’s right to stay on the app anymore. I could tell it bothered him a little that I was meeting someone I was talking to online when we’ve been getting closer. And if I’m honest, I feel like shit for actually going on a date after all the flirting that’s been going on between Nate and me.

Just as I’m about to delete it, I get a notification from someone new, and I tap on the little banner out of habit. The message is pretty standard.

Tattooedsoldier81: Hey there :)

I check the profile out of curiosity, and I’m shocked by what I see. There is no face, only a tattooed chest. Those tattoos. I might have seen them only once, but they are embedded in my brain. Nate joined the app and found me on here. This should be interesting. I don’t know how I feel about knowing it’s him or if he knows I know, but I can’t help myself from replying with a massive grin on my face.

MattTheGod: Hey handsome :)

Tattooedsoldier81: How’s your evening?

MattTheGod: Not too bad and yours?

Tattooedsoldier81: Better now that I’m talking to you ;)

MattTheGod: Aren’t you a charmer ;)

Tattooedsoldier81: I try, I try.

MattTheGod: You don’t have to try hard.