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Don’t freak out, don’t freak out...
    Breathe in, breathe out and feel. Let yourself feel...
    Then Trent chuckled into my neck and looked at me with a post-orgasm haze in his eyes. "Fuck," he said, smiling. "You're so fucking hot when you come."
    I couldn’t help but laugh, and he rubbed his nose along my jaw before kissing me again.
    "I uh... I um... I think I need a shower," I said quietly, needing to put some distance between us, but not really wanting to let him go.
    His eyes lit up. "Need some help?"
    "No," I laughed. "I think I’d got this."
    He pouted playfully as I left him alone in the kitchen and went upstairs.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
    Walking back down the stairs, I heard noise coming from the kitchen somewhere… Trent. I’d just showered to clean myself up because we'd just made out and dry humped each other into orgasm. A little unsure of how to approach him, I hesitated in the foyer. But I had made the decision yesterday to allow myself to feel, so taking a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen.
    To find it empty.
    "Can you bring out the oil?" he yelled from the patio. When I looked out the window, I could see he was busy at the grill. He smiled at me, and I saw my beer on the table next to his. I grabbed the oil and walked out to join him, leaned against the table and watched him do his thing.
    He was oiling the grill, explaining it was so the meat wouldn't stick. He’d changed his clothes and was wearing a blue shirt that matched his eyes. Something I doubt I'd have recognized two days ago.
    He stopped for a pull of his beer and quickly turned to peck my lips before he turned his attention back to the grill. I felt myself blush, which gave me away every time. "Is that okay?" he asked. "If I kiss you like that?"
    I smiled, but couldn’t form the words to say it out loud, so I nodded.
    He could tell I was nervous. He put down the bottle of beer and stood in front of me, between my legs. "Nathan, talk to me."
    I said nothing, so he took my hand in his and said, "It only gets weird if we let it."
    I found myself squeezing his fingers. I could feel him looking at me, his eyes were burning into mine. "What we did, in the kitchen earlier, was that weird?" he asked. "Or did it feel good?"
    I bit my lip, but I answered truthfully. "It felt good."
    "Not weird?" he asked, smiling as he bent down to look into my eyes.
    I grinned. "No, not weird."
    "It was very fucking good, Nathan," he said with a chuckle, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You made me jizz my pants."
    I laughed, and he chuckled again before taking my chin in his fingers to lift my face and kiss me sweetly. Then he tapped my forehead, "Let go of what's in here," he said, then his hand slid down to my chest, "and just feel."
    And he just said the magic word: Feel.
    During dinner Trent talked about everything and nothing in particular. I found myself smiling as I listened to him. He looked at me every so often, smiled and just kept talking. It was so easy to be with him.
    His words, ' it only gets weird if we let it', played in my mind, and I knew he was right. So I relaxed and just let myself enjoy his company. I had no idea what this thing was between us or what I wanted it to be. But by the time we finished dinner, I was fairly certain I didn’t care. I'd just let it be whatever it is.
    I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt for him, but if our earlier make out session was all I got from him, I'd take it. If he did want more from me, I had no idea just how much of myself I was willing to give. But I was willing to give something...
    Well, I thought I was...
    "So, work tomorrow?" he asked as I finished drying the dishes.
    "Yeah," I said with a nod. "I’m looking forward to it." I insisted on dish duty because he cooked. When I put the last dish away, I turned to find him ogling my ass.
    He knew I’d caught him and grinned without shame. He walked over to me, and I thought he might kiss me, but he grabbed my hand instead. "Come on,"