in
pajamas. After quickly examining my closet, I decide the hell with
it. I'm going to wear whatever the fuck I want. I pick a cute, dark
gray pair of sweatpants that still manage to make my ass look good
and a pink tank top. Upon my return to the living room, Gabe is
sitting on the couch with the popcorn, the smell quickly overtaking
my apartment. There are also two bottles of Sunkist on the coffee
table. I faintly smile at how he thought that far ahead.
“What are you watching?” He asks when
I sit down next to him, plucking the bag from his hands.
“I don't know. Netflix picked for me.
It's halfway over. Want to pick a new one?”
Gabe shrugs. “Up to you.”
I grab the remote and go to the second
suggested movie and hit play. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep
watch on when Gabe is out of popcorn. I'll tilt the bag his way so
he can get more. The movie is terrible. Once I hit the forty-five
minute mark and I'm still not interested, I bump Gabe's
shoulder.
“Are you enjoying this?”
He shakes his head no. I get the
remote and turn off the TV. Getting really comfortable, I turn a
little to lay my legs over Gabe's.
“Why did you want to come see me so
late at night?” I finally ask. He never offered to further tell me,
but now I'm more curious.
Gabe puts his hands on my legs. One on
my thigh and the other on my knee. He squeezes them a little before
looking at me. “The truth?”
“Of course.”
“I wanted to see you, especially after
earlier with that guy.” His brows come together with
displeasure.
“You wanted to triple-check to make
sure I was okay?” The thought is endearing. Gabe must have been
worried about what happened.
He laughs at my question. “Yeah,
pretty much.”
“Well, that was my first incident like
that. Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. Thank you.
Although, I'm sure I would have been fine without you.”
“You weren't scared at all?” he asks
curiously. I shake my head in a lie. “What scares you
then?”
Gabe's brown eyes watch me carefully
as I think of an answer. I know what scares me, but that doesn't
mean I want to share that with him. “What scares you, Gabe?” I ask
instead. “I mean, you're a big, bad cop. There can't be a lot that
scares you, right?”
He grins, knowing that I avoided his
question, but he answers anyway. “Remember when I told you that
going into law enforcement just fit?” I nod. “That's because it
really does. I have always been on my best behavior. Part of that
is because of my family being full of police officers, but mostly
because I want to be able to look back on my life and know that
I've been the best person I could be. I'm a good guy in almost
every sense, and I want to help people as much as I can. I'm scared
that I'll do something that will make me not-so-good, by my
standards.”
And sleeping with me on the first date
fucked that up for him. It all makes sense now. For the first time
ever, I feel guilty about sleeping with guys so quickly. He
shouldn't have come over. I'm his mistake. Something that shouldn't
have happened. It's time for Gabe to go because I'm not going to
hinder the image he has of himself any more than I already have. I
slowly remove my legs from under his hands and off his
legs.
“That's, um, interesting.” I have to
say something, and I'm not about to let him know that I know I'm on
his list of shouldn't haves. “It's late, Gabe. Probably time to go
home.”
Gabe looks a little confused, but then
the light bulb goes off over his head. “Ryan, I didn't-”
“I don't know what you're talking
about,” I interrupt, stupidly outing that I do indeed know what he
was going to say. “It's late, and I have a lot to do tomorrow.
That's all I meant. Nothing more.”
He reaches for my hands and holds it
in his, running his thumb over my knuckles. “Tomorrow is a Sunday.
What do you have to do?”
For some reason, his question makes me
laugh. “Do you think I'm lying? I am many things, Gabe,
pajamas. After quickly examining my closet, I decide the hell with
it. I'm going to wear whatever the fuck I want. I pick a cute, dark
gray pair of sweatpants that still manage to make my ass look good
and a pink tank top. Upon my return to the living room, Gabe is
sitting on the couch with the popcorn, the smell quickly overtaking
my apartment. There are also two bottles of Sunkist on the coffee
table. I faintly smile at how he thought that far ahead.
“What are you watching?” He asks when
I sit down next to him, plucking the bag from his hands.
“I don't know. Netflix picked for me.
It's halfway over. Want to pick a new one?”
Gabe shrugs. “Up to you.”
I grab the remote and go to the second
suggested movie and hit play. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep
watch on when Gabe is out of popcorn. I'll tilt the bag his way so
he can get more. The movie is terrible. Once I hit the forty-five
minute mark and I'm still not interested, I bump Gabe's
shoulder.
“Are you enjoying this?”
He shakes his head no. I get the
remote and turn off the TV. Getting really comfortable, I turn a
little to lay my legs over Gabe's.
“Why did you want to come see me so
late at night?” I finally ask. He never offered to further tell me,
but now I'm more curious.
Gabe puts his hands on my legs. One on
my thigh and the other on my knee. He squeezes them a little before
looking at me. “The truth?”
“Of course.”
“I wanted to see you, especially after
earlier with that guy.” His brows come together with
displeasure.
“You wanted to triple-check to make
sure I was okay?” The thought is endearing. Gabe must have been
worried about what happened.
He laughs at my question. “Yeah,
pretty much.”
“Well, that was my first incident like
that. Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. Thank you.
Although, I'm sure I would have been fine without you.”
“You weren't scared at all?” he asks
curiously. I shake my head in a lie. “What scares you
then?”
Gabe's brown eyes watch me carefully
as I think of an answer. I know what scares me, but that doesn't
mean I want to share that with him. “What scares you, Gabe?” I ask
instead. “I mean, you're a big, bad cop. There can't be a lot that
scares you, right?”
He grins, knowing that I avoided his
question, but he answers anyway. “Remember when I told you that
going into law enforcement just fit?” I nod. “That's because it
really does. I have always been on my best behavior. Part of that
is because of my family being full of police officers, but mostly
because I want to be able to look back on my life and know that
I've been the best person I could be. I'm a good guy in almost
every sense, and I want to help people as much as I can. I'm scared
that I'll do something that will make me not-so-good, by my
standards.”
And sleeping with me on the first date
fucked that up for him. It all makes sense now. For the first time
ever, I feel guilty about sleeping with guys so quickly. He
shouldn't have come over. I'm his mistake. Something that shouldn't
have happened. It's time for Gabe to go because I'm not going to
hinder the image he has of himself any more than I already have. I
slowly remove my legs from under his hands and off his
legs.
“That's, um, interesting.” I have to
say something, and I'm not about to let him know that I know I'm on
his list of shouldn't haves. “It's late, Gabe. Probably time to go
home.”
Gabe looks a little confused, but then
the light bulb goes off over his head. “Ryan, I didn't-”
“I don't know what you're talking
about,” I interrupt, stupidly outing that I do indeed know what he
was going to say. “It's late, and I have a lot to do tomorrow.
That's all I meant. Nothing more.”
He reaches for my hands and holds it
in his, running his thumb over my knuckles. “Tomorrow is a Sunday.
What do you have to do?”
For some reason, his question makes me
laugh. “Do you think I'm lying? I am many things, Gabe,
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