Not what I hoped for, it seemed.

Matt took his hand off my cheek, coughed quietly, and turned to look down. I thought I could see him blushing. “Thanks for the lift. It would have taken me forever to get here.”

“Don’t mention it. Thank you for taking the case. It’s good to see you.” I smiled a confident smile just to show Matt he had not done anything wrong. He turned to me apparently with something in mind, but decided at the last minute there had been enough. There was another pause in the conversation.

“Right, I’d better let you go. I’ll see you at six.” Matt opened the door and climbed out. “See you.” He closed the door and I started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.

I drove for five minutes and parked in front of a supermarket. Dipping my head back I relaxed for the first time after seeing Matt at the office. My cock was hard and I could imagine us making out on the backseat. If only I had a backbone and enough courage. What could I possibly do tonight to sweep his feet off the ground? I had to give it one more try.

I looked at a mother with her two children walking by with enough food to feed seven people for a week. I decided to take a risk. I would cook and we would have dinner at my place. It took a couple of minutes for the hard-on to settle. Then I got out of the car and went grocery shopping.

When I got home I cleaned and hid all the obvious signs of Marie. I had enough wine for a small army and when I put three bottles of white wine into the fridge I felt like an idiot. What was I going to do, get Matt drunk and to bed? I considered that for a moment, but felt disgusted with myself.

I sat down after doing every possible preparation I could think of for the night. I even changed the sheets. There was a pressure on my chest. What if I didn’t have the courage to take this anywhere tonight? It took me years to confess the first time. I had to get this to some kind of a conclusion. For about fifteen minutes I thought about a way to make sure I would say something. I can’t really say the phone interrupted my thought process. I wasn’t getting anywhere. It was a text from Matt. My heart missed a beat. Was he cancelling?

“I didn’t know how to tell you, but I feel like I should before I see you tonight. When I said I wanted to take you out, I meant on a date.”