Cane just… Who the fuck did he think he was? I mean, I can deal with him insulting me. Shit like that just bounces off my skin. But he fucking thinks he can say shit about Maxxie? The little bastard’s lucky I didn’t kick his ass right there. That nurse could blame it on his meds all she wanted, I wasn’t buying it.
“Don’t let him get to you” Maxxie had said, planting soft, feathery kisses on my neck as we’d stood outside the café he worked at. It took me ten minutes to say goodbye with that going on.
But there I was a few hours later. I’d washed the blood off my door, cleaned up the syrup from the floor, had a shower, done some last minute tidying up and resorted to nervously pacing behind the couch. What if he couldn’t find the place? What if he changed his mind? What if…? What…? I sucked in a deep breath to try and calm down but only succeeded in forgetting to breathe out. I spluttered out a breath as I tripped over my own feet and decided that just sitting down would be a safer option. So I sat and waited. And sure enough I wasn’t aware Maxxie had turned up until his hands were over my eyes.
“Guess who” he said brightly.
“Santa?” I smiled as he tutted and took his hands away.
“All set?” he asked.
“Uh huh” I said, hopping over the back of the couch and giving Maxxie a short kiss.
He smiled and led me outside to his car. A beat up blue ford fiesta. I sniggered and Maxxie glared at me, smirking at the same time.
“Jeez, I knew you said it was a piece of shit but…”
“Don’t hate on the car” he hit the back of my head playfully and I tutted as I slid into the passenger seat.
You know that scene in Lady and the Tramp where they share the spaghetti and meatballs? Where they’re both eating the same bit of spaghetti and end up meeting in the middle? Yeah, we didn’t do that. Too cliché. We did learn something though. I suck at ordering Italian food. Every time I tried to say something and failed miserably, Maxxie would burst out laughing. But once I finally managed to order something and our food turned up we just sat and talked. Talked about everything. Favourite things, fears, likes and dislikes, first pets, everything. It was near the end of the meal that ‘us’ came up.
“What… How do we work out then?” I asked nervously, biting on my lip.
“What do you mean?” Maxxie asked coyly.
“Well, how does this leave us? I mean, are we just fuck buddies or are we going for the whole dating thing…?”
Maxxie winked. “Wait and see”.
At my door, I paused, turning around to face Maxxie.
“Um” Maxxie said after a minute, clearly struggling to think of what to say, “Tonight was…”
He trailed off as I took a step forward, the look on my face no doubt being the thing that silenced him. The oh so familiar lazy smile was on my lips and I could tell the smoke was back in my eyes. My mouth twitched as I stepped up to him, a thin arm wrapped around his side to rest my hand on the small of his back. Maxxie just watched as I leant down the couple inches height difference, kissing him softly. Slow and almost too light under the brightly shining moon. It was way after midnight and I guessed Maxxie had work the next day but I didn’t care as I nipped at his bottom lip, just enough to get him to kiss back harder, to smile against my lips and make the kiss feel that much better.
But then it was over and I found Maxxie pulling away first, my disappointment no doubt echoed in my eyes. He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a napkin from the Italian, then went on to slowly and very seductively pulled the pen I always keep with me out of my pocket. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on a little bit. He pressed the napkin up to the door and scribbles something on it, before turning back to me and smiling seductively. He leant in, lips brushing against the side of my mouth as he fitted the napkin into my hand a whispered “call me”. I unlocked the door as he started to walk away.
“Nuh uh, hotshot, you’re staying here tonight” I said, pulling him through the door and pressing my lips to his.