Disasterology 101 by Taylor V. Donovan Page B
Authors: Taylor V. Donovan
Tags: gay romance
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ivory tower, mostly isolated.”
“I didn’t react well to being amongst others.”
Even having the maids enter his room was enough to get him to panic at times, but Cedric didn’t like to think about that.
“And she was trying to protect you from freaking out.”
“Out of love,” he mumbled.
“I know that, but she might’ve done you a disservice.”
So Evan and Cedric were more than “sort of” friends. They were the type of friends that were confidants.
At the beginning they didn’t spend a lot of time in the same place, what with Evan hardly ever leaving his flat, and Cedric staying away from it for fear of catching the chap’s accumulated germs, but they talked. Online and on the phone, and with time they’d become close. Not only did they exchange details about their lives, but they were one another’s support system as well.
And that was the only reason why Cedric didn’t balk at Evan’s comment. He figured real friends had a right to speak their mind, and he was actually grateful Evan cared enough to do so. Opinions that didn’t come from family members or paid mental health professionals meant the world to Cedric.
Evan was probably right, too. If Cedric’s mum had started him on therapy when he was a kid instead of keeping him in rooms so sterilized he could’ve licked the floor, odds were he wouldn’t be having such a hard time joining the real world …or teaching a simple class for a few hours every week… or going slightly barmy with anxiety because he had a date.
“You remember that bloke I told you about?” he asked Evan.
“The one you followed into the sex shop?”
Cedric nodded.
“What about him?”
“He’s one of my students.”
“ No way .”
“I asked him out.”
“Did he say yes?”
Cedric tugged his lip ring with his tongue and nodded again. He still couldn’t believe that even though Kevin was aware of one of his quirks, he’d said yes to going out with him.
“How are you going to do it?”
“I’m not quite sure yet.” Cedric realigned his plate and glass and exhaled a low chuckle. “But he knows he has to cooperate.”
“You told him about the OCD?”
“He figured out the germaphobia all by himself.”
Evan nodded slowly. “Do you at least know where you’re going to take him?”
“Still thinking about it.”
Cedric didn’t have that many options. If it were a different day of the week, he could leave work earlier, reserve a table at one of the few restaurants he trusted, and request some privacy. But his date was on a Tuesday, and Cedric was limited by his condition. He couldn’t go anywhere right after he finished teaching the class. Three hours around others was his limit, and if he pushed it he’d end up breaking out in a sweat, scratching his skin off, and probably drinking his hand sanitizer before he blacked out.
Bloody hell.
What was he going to do? How was he going to save a situation that, as Kevin said, had disaster written all over it?
He shouldn’t have been so damned impatient. What he should’ve done was ask Kevin when his next weekend without his kids was and wait until then to go out with him. Middle of the week after work and class wasn’t ideal. But Cedric hadn’t wanted to risk it. He couldn’t let Kevin leave without getting a commitment from him first, because somehow he was convinced once the guy gave his word, he kept it.
And now Cedric had to figure out where to take him.
A loud noise snapped him out of his thoughts. It took him a few seconds to realize it came from the kitchen area and the Olive Garden was now out a few plates and glasses. Nothing really serious, but Evan wasn’t making the connection. He’d gone pale and his fingers were clenching the table. And of course a fire truck had to drive down the street right at that moment, the sound of its siren deafening to most of
“I didn’t react well to being amongst others.”
Even having the maids enter his room was enough to get him to panic at times, but Cedric didn’t like to think about that.
“And she was trying to protect you from freaking out.”
“Out of love,” he mumbled.
“I know that, but she might’ve done you a disservice.”
So Evan and Cedric were more than “sort of” friends. They were the type of friends that were confidants.
At the beginning they didn’t spend a lot of time in the same place, what with Evan hardly ever leaving his flat, and Cedric staying away from it for fear of catching the chap’s accumulated germs, but they talked. Online and on the phone, and with time they’d become close. Not only did they exchange details about their lives, but they were one another’s support system as well.
And that was the only reason why Cedric didn’t balk at Evan’s comment. He figured real friends had a right to speak their mind, and he was actually grateful Evan cared enough to do so. Opinions that didn’t come from family members or paid mental health professionals meant the world to Cedric.
Evan was probably right, too. If Cedric’s mum had started him on therapy when he was a kid instead of keeping him in rooms so sterilized he could’ve licked the floor, odds were he wouldn’t be having such a hard time joining the real world …or teaching a simple class for a few hours every week… or going slightly barmy with anxiety because he had a date.
“You remember that bloke I told you about?” he asked Evan.
“The one you followed into the sex shop?”
Cedric nodded.
“What about him?”
“He’s one of my students.”
“ No way .”
“I asked him out.”
“Did he say yes?”
Cedric tugged his lip ring with his tongue and nodded again. He still couldn’t believe that even though Kevin was aware of one of his quirks, he’d said yes to going out with him.
“How are you going to do it?”
“I’m not quite sure yet.” Cedric realigned his plate and glass and exhaled a low chuckle. “But he knows he has to cooperate.”
“You told him about the OCD?”
“He figured out the germaphobia all by himself.”
Evan nodded slowly. “Do you at least know where you’re going to take him?”
“Still thinking about it.”
Cedric didn’t have that many options. If it were a different day of the week, he could leave work earlier, reserve a table at one of the few restaurants he trusted, and request some privacy. But his date was on a Tuesday, and Cedric was limited by his condition. He couldn’t go anywhere right after he finished teaching the class. Three hours around others was his limit, and if he pushed it he’d end up breaking out in a sweat, scratching his skin off, and probably drinking his hand sanitizer before he blacked out.
Bloody hell.
What was he going to do? How was he going to save a situation that, as Kevin said, had disaster written all over it?
He shouldn’t have been so damned impatient. What he should’ve done was ask Kevin when his next weekend without his kids was and wait until then to go out with him. Middle of the week after work and class wasn’t ideal. But Cedric hadn’t wanted to risk it. He couldn’t let Kevin leave without getting a commitment from him first, because somehow he was convinced once the guy gave his word, he kept it.
And now Cedric had to figure out where to take him.
A loud noise snapped him out of his thoughts. It took him a few seconds to realize it came from the kitchen area and the Olive Garden was now out a few plates and glasses. Nothing really serious, but Evan wasn’t making the connection. He’d gone pale and his fingers were clenching the table. And of course a fire truck had to drive down the street right at that moment, the sound of its siren deafening to most of
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