bedrooms, the study, the library, and all the upstairs bathrooms. My brain felt like a Pinterest board as I recalled everything I liked from the latest design shows. I felt confident that I could turn Fox Hunt into a place that felt like Adrian, but still had modern touches.
Because the place had not been remodeled for a long time and was heavy with dark wood, I felt like getting light into the space was vital. I kept being attracted to the windows. Looking out I was relieved that Adrian or the previous owners had taken the time to keep the grounds meticulously manicured. It was stunning out there – and we needed to get more of that inside.
Before I knew it, I heard Adrian’s car pull up. I walked outside to meet him.
“Man, I just love it here. I feel so relaxed.”
“You can see why I bought it then,” Adrian said, “It spoke to me on a deep level.”
Then he looked into my eyes, “Just like when I first saw you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You are perfect.”
Every time he gave me a compliment, a little burst of electricity went up my back. I didn’t always know how to reciprocate everything he said to me, but I felt the exact same way that he did. I really wanted to get to know Adrian even more. I also wanted to fuck him as much as possible. That passion we’d felt early in the day had to be real. I kept doubting it, wondering if it was just a one-time thing.
“Thank you Adrian,” I said looking down, “Now where’s that pizza?”
“I found the cutest place just a few miles away,” he said as he lifted two large pizzas out of the car.
“Oh my god, two?”
“If we can’t eat it all, then I can give it to Jorge tomorrow.”
We walked slowly through the garden and entered the cottage. It felt like our personal sanctuary and when I walked in, I didn’t want to leave.
Adrian got out some plates and gave me a huge slice of sausage pizza with green peppers and olives.
“How in the world did you know my favorite kind of pizza?”
“I took a guess! I’m just lucky,” he said with a smile. I rolled my eyes at him as we sunk into the couch. He clicked on the TV and we put on a Mets game in the background as we ate our pizza.
“Mmm, this is really good. You’ll have to save their info.”
“We’ll order from them again the next time we’re up here.”
I quickly glanced at him.
“Am I moving too fast, Kai? I’m sorry. I like you and I’m just getting out of a relationship. Being with someone feels natural to me, for sure. But tell me if you want me to slow down.”
“Adrian, I have loved every single minute with you today. I want to see where this goes. I just don’t want to get hurt.”
“I won’t hurt you, Kai. You can trust me,” he said as he rubbed my shoulder.
We watched the game and I ate more of the pizza than I expected I would.
“You know what would make this better? Some beer or a glass of wine.”
“You want me to go out and get you something? I should have thought of it,” Adrian said, “Let me see what’s in the fridge.”
He got up and I heard him rummaging around. “Damn, if we were back at my apartment you could have your pick of delicious reds or whites.”
“All I can find is root beer,” Adrian came back with a couple of old fashioned sarsaparillas.
“That’s fine. Those sound good. I don’t remember the last time I had a root beer.”
“Me neither. Cheers,” Adrian said as we clinked glasses.
I screwed off the top. The bubbly liquid felt refreshing.
“That’s good,” I said and I leaned my head on his shoulder. I nodded off.
Chapter Sixteen
I awoke to Adrian stroking my hair.
“The game’s over sweetie. Do you want to go to bed?” Adrian asked, moving the hair away from my face.
“Wow, I really fell asleep, didn’t I?” I said stretching my arms out. I leaned back in the sofa. “I don’t even want to move!”
Adrian reached down, putting his arms under me and lifting me up.
“Adrian, you don’t have to carry
Because the place had not been remodeled for a long time and was heavy with dark wood, I felt like getting light into the space was vital. I kept being attracted to the windows. Looking out I was relieved that Adrian or the previous owners had taken the time to keep the grounds meticulously manicured. It was stunning out there – and we needed to get more of that inside.
Before I knew it, I heard Adrian’s car pull up. I walked outside to meet him.
“Man, I just love it here. I feel so relaxed.”
“You can see why I bought it then,” Adrian said, “It spoke to me on a deep level.”
Then he looked into my eyes, “Just like when I first saw you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You are perfect.”
Every time he gave me a compliment, a little burst of electricity went up my back. I didn’t always know how to reciprocate everything he said to me, but I felt the exact same way that he did. I really wanted to get to know Adrian even more. I also wanted to fuck him as much as possible. That passion we’d felt early in the day had to be real. I kept doubting it, wondering if it was just a one-time thing.
“Thank you Adrian,” I said looking down, “Now where’s that pizza?”
“I found the cutest place just a few miles away,” he said as he lifted two large pizzas out of the car.
“Oh my god, two?”
“If we can’t eat it all, then I can give it to Jorge tomorrow.”
We walked slowly through the garden and entered the cottage. It felt like our personal sanctuary and when I walked in, I didn’t want to leave.
Adrian got out some plates and gave me a huge slice of sausage pizza with green peppers and olives.
“How in the world did you know my favorite kind of pizza?”
“I took a guess! I’m just lucky,” he said with a smile. I rolled my eyes at him as we sunk into the couch. He clicked on the TV and we put on a Mets game in the background as we ate our pizza.
“Mmm, this is really good. You’ll have to save their info.”
“We’ll order from them again the next time we’re up here.”
I quickly glanced at him.
“Am I moving too fast, Kai? I’m sorry. I like you and I’m just getting out of a relationship. Being with someone feels natural to me, for sure. But tell me if you want me to slow down.”
“Adrian, I have loved every single minute with you today. I want to see where this goes. I just don’t want to get hurt.”
“I won’t hurt you, Kai. You can trust me,” he said as he rubbed my shoulder.
We watched the game and I ate more of the pizza than I expected I would.
“You know what would make this better? Some beer or a glass of wine.”
“You want me to go out and get you something? I should have thought of it,” Adrian said, “Let me see what’s in the fridge.”
He got up and I heard him rummaging around. “Damn, if we were back at my apartment you could have your pick of delicious reds or whites.”
“All I can find is root beer,” Adrian came back with a couple of old fashioned sarsaparillas.
“That’s fine. Those sound good. I don’t remember the last time I had a root beer.”
“Me neither. Cheers,” Adrian said as we clinked glasses.
I screwed off the top. The bubbly liquid felt refreshing.
“That’s good,” I said and I leaned my head on his shoulder. I nodded off.
Chapter Sixteen
I awoke to Adrian stroking my hair.
“The game’s over sweetie. Do you want to go to bed?” Adrian asked, moving the hair away from my face.
“Wow, I really fell asleep, didn’t I?” I said stretching my arms out. I leaned back in the sofa. “I don’t even want to move!”
Adrian reached down, putting his arms under me and lifting me up.
“Adrian, you don’t have to carry
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