Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“I sure as hell can’t move like that.”
“It’s a talent. And also, I took ballet and hip-hop classes as a kid.”
“Damn, CB. I’m impressed.”
The dancing went on, and Corbin hung out with me the whole time. I figured at some point he would get bored or leave so he could hook up with someone, but he didn’t. The party ended at eight, since it was a school night. We made sure all the kids were out of there safely by eight thirty, and then one of the employees said, “You can head out, Spencer. We’ll clean up.”
I was usually the last one out of there and the first to arrive, but after the bad night of sleep last night, and given that I had Corbin with me, I agreed.
“Did you drive?” I asked as we made our way outside.
“I took a car.”
“Mine is here. You can ride home with me.”
Corbin stopped on the sidewalk and looked at me, an expression on his pretty face I couldn’t read. He really was one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen. I couldn’t imagine anyone telling him differently, or a person who looked like him ever having gotten made fun of. It just went to show that you never knew what someone had been through and shouldn’t make assumptions.
“What?” I finally asked.
“I liked this…tonight. Thank you for inviting me.”
An unexplained warmth filled my gut. “Thanks for coming. It was fun, and the kids liked you.”
“Everyone likes me.” He winked.
“Of course they do, superstar,” I teased as I led him to my car. “You didn’t eat much,” I risked.
He frowned. “Yes, I noticed, considering it’s me and I was there.”
“I’m not trying to be a dick. I think this is the kind of thing CBs do. Plus, I’m hungry. I didn’t eat much today either, so I was thinking we could grab some food before we head home.”
“Well…that depends.”
“On what?”
“First, on what we’re eating. Second, if you’re really hungry or just doing this out of some misplaced worry for me. I eat. I’m just more careful than most about how much and such, and yes, I know it’s not always completely healthy how I choose to do it.”
Before I could respond, my stomach let out a growl, making both of us laugh. “Well, I guess my stomach answered that question for you, but yes, I’m fucking famished. And we can eat whatever you want. I’m easy.”
We got to my car. I went to the driver’s side, and Corbin to the passenger. I looked at him over the top of it as he said, “Salads or wraps? Marcus has gotten me addicted.”
“I know the perfect place.”
He grinned. “Let’s do it, then.”
We went to a smoothie place I loved that was close to our apartment building. They had incredible salad options, wraps, and also flatbreads. I got a chicken pesto flatbread, and Corbin ordered a chicken Caesar salad with light dressing. When I also got a smoothie, he did too.
We took the food to go, and chatted all the way home and as we took the elevator up. When I went to my door, Corbin automatically went with me.
“I’m dead on my feet. Let’s eat on the couch.”
He nodded. I grabbed two bottles of water from the kitchen and joined him. We set the food out on the coffee table and then immediately dug in.
“Fuck, this is good,” Corbin said, chewing and swallowing before he added, “Also, I was serious about the book drive and any other way The Vers can help. I don’t know why I never thought of volunteering at the center or anything like that.”
“We can definitely use it. I appreciate that. There’s so much I’d love to be able to do.”
“Like what?”
“I’d love to expand the center, afford more programs, add more medical services. If we could do field trips with the kids, that would be great too.”
Corbin listened and asked questions as I rambled. I could tell he was serious in his interest and not just asking to be nice.
When his phone made a familiar noise, I cocked a playful brow at him. “One of your boyfriend prospects?” I asked, though it was clearly a hookup app.
“Maybe…or maybe someone who just wants to have sex with me.” He chuckled, then grabbed his phone. “Hmm. Nice hole.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You gonna go?” There was no reason why he shouldn’t. I would understand if he wanted to go get laid.
“Nah, I’m good here. Unless you’re trying to get rid of me.”
I should be. I would think I’d want to, but I didn’t. “Nope.” My food was gone now, and Corbin had eaten about three-quarters of his. After we tossed the trash and leftovers in the bag, I leaned back and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Have you considered trying other options than hookup apps if you’re really looking for a boyfriend?”