For the past week, I’ve gone to his shop a few times. I’ve also gone to the bowling alley a lot, checking in on things. Chuck is good about filling me in on how amazing the numbers look, without giving me actual numbers.
He’s a good man who doesn’t ask a lot of questions, but does exactly as I ask. I think he enjoys this job a lot more than he liked his gas station job with random hours that made it hard to have a steady home life.
As for me, I’ve worked twice as hard to make sure not to fall into a routine since Chase doesn’t realize there can’t be a routine.
I set the alarm differently, changing the minute back and forth by a couple or a single digit each day so he can get ready for work. But I’m still worried what will happen now if it doesn’t go off at all. I’ve gotten used to hearing an alarm daily, even if it isn’t at the same time.
I’ll worry about that when the time comes.
I never let him use the snooze button, since that’s a habit for normal people.
I used to love the snooze button.
Painstaking measures have been taken to keep him from unknowingly breaking too many of my rules. It’s hard as hell, but it’s worth it.
And sex is incredible. I’ve missed it. And it’s not being used as a coping mechanism. Since Chase is very unpredictable and has excellent stamina, there’s also nothing habitual about it, other than the fact it’s been daily…
Deciding not to think about it, I look up to see him smirking toward the sky.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
“Honestly?” he muses as his smirk turns into a full-blown grin.
“Yes…”
He glances down at me and waggles his eyebrows. “I’m thinking about how I lost my virginity in this exact spot.”
I laugh lightly while rolling my eyes. “Our roof,” I sigh.
“Well, yeah, but I mean this very exact spot on the roof.”
I can’t help but laugh a little harder. “You can’t know this was the very exact spot.”
His eyebrows go up in challenge. “Trust me, Mika. I was a sixteen-year-old boy and fucking head-over-heels in love with you. There’s no doubt in my mind this was the exact spot, because it’s seared into my memory as the best day of my life.”
My smile only grows as my hand skates across the button of his jeans, slowly undoing it. He watches me with a smirk, as I push his shirt up and kiss the lines of his abs.
“You also had another first up here,” I tell him as I slowly unzip his jeans.
His breath rattles for a second as I push them down his hips, keeping my lips near his abs while continuing to stare up at him.
“First blowjob was over there,” he says promptly, pointing to his right.
I burst out laughing when he smiles at me, and it definitely shatters the sexual tension I was aiming for. He raises his hips, helping me slide his jeans farther down, and he lowers back down after I get his boxers down, exposing his erection.
“I actually feel like a teenager again, considering that bastard stays hard around you.”
When I giggle like an idiot, he watches me, smiling like he’s soaking it all in. It feels so amazing… so real.
This is so different from what I expected when I came back to this place. I expected closure, not hanging all my hard work on a pile of coals and waiting for it to burn.
But it’ll be a beautiful blaze when it all catches fire, and so worth it. He makes it all worth the inevitable crash. I just want to live one last time the way I used to live before it was all taken away from me.
Tears well up in my eyes for so many reasons, but mostly because I’m happy for the first time in so long. I forgot what it felt like to laugh so hard my side hurts, but I have all week. I forgot how it felt for someone to speak to you about regular things and not give you the look that constantly reminds you you’re different.
I don’t want to lose this, which is another reason my tears are struggling not to fall. Because I know I can’t keep this, even though it’s killing me to think of when it’ll be gone.
Fortunately, the night masks my emotions. With the moon at my back, I can see his face clearly, but mine is probably nothing more than a shadow.
His fingers run through my hair as the humor slowly ebbs, and my lips move down the firm skin of his torso. I’m fascinated with how smooth his skin is here… mostly because it’s a stark contrast from mine. His scars are hidden, but not all mine can be seen either.
When his breath hitches in his throat, I smile, slowly moving down until the tip of his cock is near my mouth. My tongue darts out, licking up the small bead of moisture that has gotten free, and he groans low in his throat as his head falls back.
Being on the roof seems to be making everything so different from the bedroom, more intense. This is where it all started, and each touch is laced with beautiful memories not tainted by the pain that followed.