Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(39)

I’m brought out of my Nate-induced thoughts when the metal detector beeps as I walk through it. I hold in a groan and step to the side for the customs guard to pat me down.

“Any keys, wallet, belt, phone or change on you?” he asks me, sounding so bored with what he has to do. Patting down hot men isn’t that unpleasant.

“No, everything is in the tray.” I hold my arms out and put my legs shoulder width apart as it’s instructed on the chart.

He starts to pat me down and makes a disgusted face when he brushes my hard on. Told you that just thinking about Nate was getting me hard.

“Really? You’re getting a kick out of getting patted down? You disgust me,” he mutters under his breath.

“No, I was just thinking about someone and got a bit carried away.” I smirk.

“You can get your stuff,” he says gruffly and goes back to the metal detector.

Such a charming man, he must love his life.

I pick up my bag and the rest of my stuff and get on my way to get a much-needed coffee. Despite not spending the night at Nate, it didn’t mean I got much sleep. He invaded my every thought, and I couldn’t fall asleep. Combine that with two articles deadlines, and I was busy all day, typing away as I was trying to focus on the task ahead. I swear I feel like I’m back to when I was sixteen and just started to date. I feel like a f*cking horny teenager. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m a grown man. I shouldn’t feel like that. Or maybe I should? Maybe I’m feeling more for Nate than I thought I did and in fact never was really in love before? I’m not so sure anymore. What was I really feeling for John? Or for Justin, my first boyfriend. Was I ever in love with them?

“What can I get you, sir?” a young blonde woman asks me.

“Sorry?” I ask confused.

“Coffee? Tea?” She giggles.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” I chuckle. “Black Americano, two shots, a bacon and cheese sandwich, and a pickle please.” I smile at her and get my money ready.

“Coming right up.” She takes care of my coffee and food as I hand my money to another barista and move to the side.

A few minutes later, I take my warm cup and my food and head to my gate. I have another hour before we can board the flight, so I make myself comfortable in one of the chairs and pull out my Kindle to read to pass the time. All the while eating my sandwich and sipping my coffee.

I love traveling, but I hate all the waiting it takes once you’re through customs. It’s full of people, annoying kids, and germs. Not the best place to spend hours waiting.

Half an hour into waiting and there’s an announcement saying that the flight has been delayed by another hour. I groan to myself, not happy that I have to wait longer. I’m a pain when I travel and there are issues. I’m well aware of that. I just like things to go as planned. You’d think I’m perfectly calm and collected all the time, but that’s not true. Some things really irk me, and this is one of them. Why couldn’t they tell us before? Why just now? I could have gone and got myself a proper meal instead of a lukewarm sandwich. Yeah, I am a pain in the ass.

I blow out a breath and pick up my phone. I shoot a quick group text to Spencer, Haven, and Gabby.

Me: Flight delayed by another hour. KMN!

Gabby: You big baby! Get yourself a donut.

Me: Why a donut?

Gabby: Well, double purpose. You can either eat it or stick your dick through the hole!

Me: Bitch, please! My dick is way too big to fit in the hole without ruining the donut!

Spencer: I can vouch for that!

Haven: TMI you two!!!

Me: Prude!

Gabby: I second Haven. I’m your sister. I shouldn’t know that kind of thing.

Me: You’re the one who started it with f*cking a donut.

Gabby: I know, and I regret it!

Me: Good! I still have a pickle to eat, though…

Spencer: Or suck on!

Me: You know me too well. I do love sucking.

Gabby: TMI!

Haven: TMI!

Me: Prudes!

Gabby: You love us that way!

Me: I do! Don’t get too drunk without me.

Haven: Too late, we’re having so much fun.

Me: I’m sure you’re all miserable. I’m the life of the party!

Gabby: Keep telling yourself that!

Me: Whatever you say! Love you all. See you later. Have a COCKtail for me.

Gabby: I will have a cock for you.

Me: TMI, sis!

Gabby: Payback is a bitch ha!

Me: You’re the bitch! Love you!

I chuckle to myself. I can’t wait to join them all. I’m jealous that they got to go before me, but I really couldn’t put those articles off any longer. They were last minute because Shane ended up getting sick, and I had to take over the ongoing articles he had.

I decide to shoot a quick text to Nate, but I quickly realize that we never exchanged numbers. We live next to each other, so if we needed anything or wanted to hang out, we’d just go for it. My only option is to log onto Hunt4Gays and message him there.

MattTheGod: Hey, babe, flight delayed, annoyed and bored, what are you up to?

While I wait for a reply, I pick up my pickle and take a bite out of it. I love pickles and not because they remind me of a big cock.

My phone buzzes in my hand. Nate replied already. I smile to myself and open the message.