laughed. "Trust me," he adds.
I looked at him, all showered and dressed and sunshine.
"Go!" he ordered. "Upstairs. Shower."
I pouted like a petulant child, but did what I was told. The shower was a reprieve, and I felt better after brushing my teeth. I didn’t bother shaving. I just got dressed and went back downstairs. Trent and Bentley were waiting, and we headed straight outside.
The sun was half obscured by clouds but was still fucking offensive. Trent dragged me past Mrs. Lin's, and he walked into a diner. I sat in the park with Bentley and cursed at the sun while Trent ordered our breakfast.
A double bacon burger and a Coke. Ugh. He swore it would fix me, and so I humored him by eating it.
It was disgusting and really, really good.
I ate about half and fed the rest to a grateful Bentley. Trent shook his head at me. I opened the soda and took a mouthful and pretended to offer the can to the dog. Trent pushed my shoulder, "I draw the line at giving him Coca-Cola."
I laughed and leaned my head back and closed my eyes to the sunshine.
"Feel better?" Trent asked.
"I can feel my arteries hardening," I told him. "And I’m pretty sure after that drink I’m now pre-diabetic."
"Gee, over react much?" he asked with a laugh. "But you do feel better, I can tell," he said with a smug smile.
I told him to shut up, and he smiled. We sat and watched Bentley roam around the small park, sniffing and exploring. Trent and I didn’t talk, but every so often, I'd steal a glance in his direction. He'd be looking at me, and he'd smile.
We'd been back at my apartment for about twenty minutes when my urge to kiss him got the better of me. We were in the living room, Bentley was napping on the floor, and I just decided to do it. Trent was on the sofa and had asked me what was on the agenda this afternoon. I walked over and straddled him, and his eyes widened as he looked up to me.
"You, are on my agenda this afternoon," I told him before I kissed him.
He chuckled, then sighed into my kiss and his hands rested on my hips. It was an unusual position for me to be in, for a guy to be in, being the one who straddles, but before I could think too much more of it, there was a knock at my door.
"If we ignore them, they might go away," I mumbled against his lips, and he smiled.
But then there was a jangle of keys, and I heard a familiar, "Nathan?"
"It’s my mom," I said, climbing off him. I started toward the front door as my mother let herself in, just as Bentley decided to greet our visitor.
I grabbed his collar just as my mom walked down the hall. She stopped when she saw me, not expecting to find me wrestling with a dog. "Hi, Mom," I said. "Just give me a sec."
Trent quickly grabbed Bentley, and I laughed as my mom watched on bemused. Though she seemed oblivious to Trent, she was watching me.
I was smiling back at her, and she put the bags in her hands down on the kitchen bench so she could hug me.
It was then I noticed Trent. He was holding onto his dog, but he looked a little uncomfortable, or even nervous.
"I called out…" Mom said as an explanation for letting herself in.
"I was upstairs," I lied, and it was then that she looked to Trent.
I quickly made introductions, sparing the specifics. "Mom, this is Trent. Trent this is my mom, Julia, and this is Bentley."
"Nice to meet you," he said. "Sorry 'bout my dog. He gets a little excited."
"That’s perfectly fine, Dear," she told him, giving him the standard- issue Julia Tierney motherly smile. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by and see if you wanted to join me for lunch?"
"We already ate," I told her.
"Oh," she said, still looking at me weirdly. "But you're still coming for dinner?"
"Yes," I reassured her. "That’s the plan."
"And you, Trent?" she asked him, "You're coming, too?"
"Um," he said hesitantly, and he looked a little lost, not sure what to say.
"Don’t be silly," Mom said quickly. "You're more than welcome." She then turned her
I looked at him, all showered and dressed and sunshine.
"Go!" he ordered. "Upstairs. Shower."
I pouted like a petulant child, but did what I was told. The shower was a reprieve, and I felt better after brushing my teeth. I didn’t bother shaving. I just got dressed and went back downstairs. Trent and Bentley were waiting, and we headed straight outside.
The sun was half obscured by clouds but was still fucking offensive. Trent dragged me past Mrs. Lin's, and he walked into a diner. I sat in the park with Bentley and cursed at the sun while Trent ordered our breakfast.
A double bacon burger and a Coke. Ugh. He swore it would fix me, and so I humored him by eating it.
It was disgusting and really, really good.
I ate about half and fed the rest to a grateful Bentley. Trent shook his head at me. I opened the soda and took a mouthful and pretended to offer the can to the dog. Trent pushed my shoulder, "I draw the line at giving him Coca-Cola."
I laughed and leaned my head back and closed my eyes to the sunshine.
"Feel better?" Trent asked.
"I can feel my arteries hardening," I told him. "And I’m pretty sure after that drink I’m now pre-diabetic."
"Gee, over react much?" he asked with a laugh. "But you do feel better, I can tell," he said with a smug smile.
I told him to shut up, and he smiled. We sat and watched Bentley roam around the small park, sniffing and exploring. Trent and I didn’t talk, but every so often, I'd steal a glance in his direction. He'd be looking at me, and he'd smile.
We'd been back at my apartment for about twenty minutes when my urge to kiss him got the better of me. We were in the living room, Bentley was napping on the floor, and I just decided to do it. Trent was on the sofa and had asked me what was on the agenda this afternoon. I walked over and straddled him, and his eyes widened as he looked up to me.
"You, are on my agenda this afternoon," I told him before I kissed him.
He chuckled, then sighed into my kiss and his hands rested on my hips. It was an unusual position for me to be in, for a guy to be in, being the one who straddles, but before I could think too much more of it, there was a knock at my door.
"If we ignore them, they might go away," I mumbled against his lips, and he smiled.
But then there was a jangle of keys, and I heard a familiar, "Nathan?"
"It’s my mom," I said, climbing off him. I started toward the front door as my mother let herself in, just as Bentley decided to greet our visitor.
I grabbed his collar just as my mom walked down the hall. She stopped when she saw me, not expecting to find me wrestling with a dog. "Hi, Mom," I said. "Just give me a sec."
Trent quickly grabbed Bentley, and I laughed as my mom watched on bemused. Though she seemed oblivious to Trent, she was watching me.
I was smiling back at her, and she put the bags in her hands down on the kitchen bench so she could hug me.
It was then I noticed Trent. He was holding onto his dog, but he looked a little uncomfortable, or even nervous.
"I called out…" Mom said as an explanation for letting herself in.
"I was upstairs," I lied, and it was then that she looked to Trent.
I quickly made introductions, sparing the specifics. "Mom, this is Trent. Trent this is my mom, Julia, and this is Bentley."
"Nice to meet you," he said. "Sorry 'bout my dog. He gets a little excited."
"That’s perfectly fine, Dear," she told him, giving him the standard- issue Julia Tierney motherly smile. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by and see if you wanted to join me for lunch?"
"We already ate," I told her.
"Oh," she said, still looking at me weirdly. "But you're still coming for dinner?"
"Yes," I reassured her. "That’s the plan."
"And you, Trent?" she asked him, "You're coming, too?"
"Um," he said hesitantly, and he looked a little lost, not sure what to say.
"Don’t be silly," Mom said quickly. "You're more than welcome." She then turned her
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