Page 54 of Good Time Boyfriend
“I was just thinking about breakfast.”
Heath leaned back in his chair, a catlike smile on his face.
“Oh, I’ve been thinking about my breakfast, too.”
My ass on the counter, thighs spread as he knelt in front of me, and ate me out as I tried to not fall off. He made me come twice, while blueberry muffins baked in the oven. Blueberry muffins he had made from scratch.
“I was talking about the muffins,” I said after a moment, finally able to get my thoughts in order. Which was sometimes very difficult when it came to Heath.
He leaned back on the bar stool, arms crossed over his chest. I wouldn’t say he looked right in my kitchen. More that it felt as if he had been here for longer than he had. What would my life have been like if my family hadn’t run into the bar to confront him?
Sadder. A little more hollow.
I still didn’t want to put too much into this. Because if I did, I would hurt myself in the end, and I was already going to hurt myself when I went to my family and told them the truth.
“And now you’re frowning again. Let me come with you. Let me take some of the burden.”
I turned on the sink to rinse my mug before I put it in the dishwasher. “No. This is my problem. It’s our big family dinner, and frankly, while you are constantly invited to family dinner, I don’t want to thrust you into that situation.”
“You come to my family events.”
“And I’m so grateful to be included.” My heart did that little twist. He invited me as if I belonged there. And maybe I did. As long as I didn’t think too hard about that, I was fine.
Only, it was the thinking part that always got me into trouble. Hence why I had been a virgin for so long. I was the queen of overthinking, and I got myself into situations I couldn’t get out of. Hence the upcoming conversation tonight about a relationship that used to not, but now totally did exist.
“It helps that your family is somewhat contained, and I love Greer and your brothers.”
I didn’t say I loved him, because we weren’t ready for that. I didn’t know if I would ever be ready for that. That was a huge step, and it had taken me forever to get this far.
“I see, so you’re ashamed of me.” He gave me such a solemn look that I almost believed him, but then I saw the twinkle in his eyes.
“Heath, don’t make me feel worse than I already do.”
He leaned over the counter and kissed me square on the mouth. Tingles shot up my spine and I tried not to squirm. It was really hard when it came to him. Damn that man.
“Breathe. I understand that I’m invited, and it would be terrifying, but I could deal with them. At least, I hope so.”
I wasn’t sure, and it had nothing to do with him, but with the massive family I had.
“We would need to do flashcards and a family tree so you could get the names of everyone.”
“Oh, believe me, between my sister’s two men and their families? I already have a set of flashcards. I’m sure we can make one for the Johnsons.”
“I think your first dinner with my family shouldn’t be the dinner I explain that you lied to them the first time you met them because I lied to them for a year.” I winced.
He leaned forward and gripped my hand. “Why shouldn’t I be there? It’s my fault too. Maybe if I let them know the truth in that moment, it wouldn’t be like this.”
I bit my lip as he rubbed his thumb along the fleshy part of my hand between my thumb and pointer finger.
He was always doing that, touching me without thinking. Touching to soothe.
I was getting far too used to it.
“I don’t know what to do. Because if you hadn’t said that, would we have still gone on a fake date?”
“There isn’t anything fake about what we did last night,” he teased. “Or this morning.”
I blushed to the tips of my ears. “Heath.”
