Chalk Butterfly: Part One (First Time Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

“I think
I mean charming.”
     
    “Oh. Well. Me?” Alexander’s knees brushed
Daniel’s once more, and their eyes locked. “Um, I—”
     
    “Yeah, you,” Daniel interrupted, pressing
his knee in quite unsubtly. “Hey, give me your coffee then.” Daniel
reached out for it, and Alexander pulled the cup back an inch or
two, just out of Daniel’s reach.
     
    “Maybe I want it.” Alexander felt the words
slip out of his mouth before he could shove them back in, and he
almost groaned aloud at his audacity. Daniel rolled his eyes, and
grabbed at the cup again.
     
    “Maybe you’re a masochist,” Daniel said.
     
    Alexander shrugged, feeling the hot
flush move down his neck. “Maybe.”
     
    They shared some disjointed small talk for a
few more minutes where Alexander never exactly got the hang of the
conversation, and Daniel found every moment with the younger man
more endearing than the last.
     
    The scene was sweet enough; the two huddled
over the steaming coffee, silly grins plastered on their faces,
knees touching. It looked, perhaps to an outsider, like a promising
enough beginning.
     
    And then Alexander’s train pulled into the
station.
     
    “Oh, that’s me,” Alexander said, struggling
to slide his chair away from the table. “Well, not literally me,
but the train and, um.”
     
    “You’d make a very lovely train, Alexander,”
Daniel said. Alexander nearly fell over.
     
    “Uh. Thanks,” he murmured,. He slipped out
from the maze of chairs and smiled. “I guess I’ll… thank you for
the coffee.”
     
    “That you hated,” Daniel added.
     
    “Yes,” Alexander said. “And for the
conversation.”
     
    “You ought to have more conversations,”
Daniel said, standing as well. “With me. Now, I’ll have to be quick
and blunt about this, but would it be alright if I asked for your
phone number? We could converse, you see, through this manner.”
Daniel cracked a grin and Alexander smiled back, though his belly
was alive with a fluttering, twisting feeling.
     
    ‘No, no, no!’ screamed something from inside
Alexander. ‘You don’t need this confusion in your life.’ Alexander
looked past Daniel, into the throng of people.
     
    ‘Well, you only live once,’ he thought. ‘Or
twice if you’re lucky.’
     
    “It’d be good practice for you. Free of
charge,” Daniel continued, raising an eyebrow. Alexander had to
smile wider, had to say something, had to rush his decision…
     
    “Oh, in that case, sure, you can ask.”
     
    “May I have your phone number?” Daniel
asked, leaning in.
     
    “Alright,” Alexander said. Daniel pulled a
napkin from the table, holding it forward. Alexander looked dumbly
at it, taking the napkin.
     
    “Have a pen?” Daniel prompted, and Alexander
nodded vigorously.
     
    Alexander fished one from his pocket,
holding it awkwardly, and then realized Daniel expected him to
write his own number down. In normal, everyday life, for normal,
everyday people, this would have been the simplest of tasks.
     
    But Alexander didn’t live in that world, and
his hands began shaking slightly. He’d have to remove his gloves to
write the number down and he didn’t want to explain his bandages to
Daniel.
     
    The sane part of his conscience, the part
that would have suggested possibly reciting his number to Daniel,
letting the older man take down the digits, had checked out when
Alexander had ignored it previously, so he was on his own.
     
    Alexander bit his lip, aware that he was
gaping dumbly at a pen. “Why don’t… you give me yours?” Alexander
asked,. He held the pen and napkin out to Daniel and the older man
sighed, taking them.
     
    “If you don’t want to give me your number,
it’s alright,” Daniel said, taking a step back. “I didn’t mean to
assume. I wasn’t being untoward, and…”
     
    “Please,” Alexander interrupted,. He was
quite shocked at the sound of his own slightly pleading voice. “I’d
love to call you.