The next morning, I woke up with sun streaming through the open curtains. I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was about 8:30. Rory had told me last night that his meeting wasn’t until 1, and mine was at 9. Rory was still here, of course. He was also still asleep. I’m sure he was still tired from last night’s shenanigans. He was still wrapped in my arms; his face nestled against my chest. He wasn’t on top of me anymore; he was sleeping on his side. He was so peaceful and cute.
Last night was great. I hadn’t had fun like that in a few years. He was talented, to be sure. I was seriously thinking that Rory might have been a porn star before he started working here. I’d have to ask him sometime.
He sighed in his sleep. I think my heart melted a little. I extricated myself from him, having to get ready for my damned meeting. He didn’t wake up. I slipped my suit on as quietly as I could. I brushed my teeth and walked towards the door. When I put my hand on the doorknob, I paused. I turned around, looking at his cute body, hair disheveled, half wrapped up in the hotel’s thick blankets. I went back to the nightstand, quietly ripping a paper out of the memo pad.
“Rory—,” I wrote, “I had to go to my meeting, and I didn’t want to wake you up. I’ll see you after yours, don’t go too far! I love you. See you soon. Love, Jared.” I put a heart after my name and wrote my cell number under it, telling him to text me.
I caressed his soft cheek and went down to my meeting. It was a lost cause. I should’ve stayed in bed. My thoughts were back in my hotel room with Rory. I didn’t take in anything from the meeting. I didn’t want to be away from Rory, especially now. I couldn’t wait until 2, when his meeting would be over.
Rory texted me at about 10:30. He started off saying “Hey sexy,” which made me smile. He told me that we were probably on the same flight home and that we should book seats next to each other. We were. I reserved mine from my phone, telling him which seat I picked. He picked the one right next to me. Our flight was at 9 o’clock tonight, we wouldn’t be in Minneapolis until sometime around midnight, and then we had a long drive. Great. Rory made it all better though, saying he had carpooled with a relative. He was going to stay the night in a hotel in the cities, but I offered to take him home with me. He said yes immediately.
I sat through the meeting, and as soon as it was over I texted Rory, who suggested we go out for lunch at the hotel restaurant.
I waited out front until I saw him. He had already put his suit on, so I assumed he was going straight to his meeting. I smiled broadly as I saw him.
“Hey, Jared. Fancy meeting you here,” he chuckled.
We got a table sat down. I ordered a cheeseburger right away, and he looked at me funny.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he replied. He ordered a cheeseburger too.
We talked about my meeting until our food arrived, and I tucked in voraciously. He didn’t even touch his, but he sipped his coke. The food was horrible, but at least it was good to see Rory again. As soon as I finished my burger, he pushed his in front of me.
“I’m not hungry. Will you eat this for me? I shouldn’t have ordered it,” he said, blushing a little.
I ate his too. And his French fries. He watched me eat, smiling strangely at me. I assumed it was that he was just happy to see me again.
I groaned, patting my stuffed belly. “I ate way too much.”
“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have asked you to eat mine.”
“Don’t worry about it, Love. I’ll be fine.”
“Love…,” he said wistfully, “I like that name. It’s so romantic.”
“Me too, Love,” I said, smiling widely.
I paid the bill and we stood up. I groaned again, my belly felt humongous. The instant we were out of the restaurant, he turned to me.
“I gotta go to my meeting. See you later, Dear,” he said, smiling my favorite crooked smile.
He leaned up, kissing me casually, but somehow he still managed to make it completely passionate. There was no one in the hall to see us. He patted my stuffed belly through my shirt, and walked away.
I smiled, sighing, and watched him go.
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