Something About Loren - M.A. Innes Page 0,1

for over a year, so why is he changing up things now?” Nothing I could think of made sense.

Dean shrugged. “Ask him. I just think he’s trying to do little things to make you happy.”

“I don’t want to look insane.”

That had him cracking up again. “Too late for that, man. Just ask what he’s thinking and tell him you don’t need the presents or the nuggets and you want to go back to being just a bit strange and not full-on odd.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t want the nuggets. I just don’t want things to change between us. I like how things are going.” Considering we’d met on a hookup app, I thought our relationship was going great.

One-night stands were supposed to stay that way…but clearly, neither of us had gotten the message because we’d kept hooking up and that had led to dating, and then after about a year, I’d moved into his place.

“You guys have a great relationship.” He sat up, looking less smug and more sincere. “If he wants to change something up, just ask him about it. Don’t assume change is bad.”

I didn’t know about that.

“Dating sucks. I don’t want to screw this up. I got lucky with a hookup app, but what if this goes south and I have to start dating again?” I loved Gordon more than anything, but I knew I’d struck gold with him, and once I got over the devastation, I’d eventually want to date again…and that was a terrible thought.

Most guys wanted someone a lot more boring than I was. I’d even dated one guy who said I was wasting my talent on children’s games while there was a fortune to be made in other parts of the industry. He just hadn’t gotten it.

I liked what I was doing, and I loved Gordon to pieces. He might look like a boring guy in his forties, but he was sweet and made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. He even thought it was cute when I curled up on his lap to watch a movie.

For a desk jockey, he had a broad, sexy chest and a comfy lap.

“If he’s leaving crayons around the house, he’s clearly not trying to get you to grow up. So, I don’t know what the problem is.” Dean leaned back again. “There’s no way he’s hinting to you about kids. If anything, he seems to be even more focused on you lately.”

Maybe.

I set the now warm beer down and flopped back in the chair. “I just want to know what he’s thinking.”

“Then ask him.” Dean rolled his eyes again. “What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like he thinks you’re sane.”

“He thinks I’m wonderful.” And I liked that he was just the tiniest bit possessive.

I’d dated a few creeps, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know the difference between bad asshole possessive and the sexy old-fashioned romance kind. Dean liked to joke that Gordon was like one of the Doms from the books he liked to read, but the furthest we’d ever gone with anything like that were a few swats to my ass when we were fucking and really going at it sometimes.

He was the sweetest guy when we made love, but sometimes it was just down-and-dirty fucking. I loved both, but sometimes the rough, passionate moments with him made me feel just as loved as the tender ones.

That didn’t mean I wanted to get tied up or something crazy like the guys in Dean’s books, but I could see the appeal sometimes.

“He thinks you’re wonderful and insane and still loves you anyway, so talk to the man.” As the movie ended, Dean sat up. “Okay, I’m kicking you out. You told Gordon you’d start walking home at five and it’s almost time. Go home and talk to your man before you give yourself gray hair.”

I refused to give in to the urge to run my fingers through my hair and glared at him instead. “I’m not anywhere near old enough to go gray.”

“Keep worrying and feel free to test it out.” But he grinned as he grabbed my still almost-full bottle and headed toward the kitchen. “You sober?”

I snorted. “I’m walking two blocks, not driving.”

Dean laughed. “Gordon did not find it funny when you walked home buzzed last time.”

He hadn’t found it funny, but the look on his face had been so sexy I’d gone down on him in the living room. We hadn’t even made