Eddie's POV:
As Steve exited the trailer, I was left with 3 things: a boner, speechless, and relief. My mind is racing right now, I wish I had someone to tell, this is a problem, well I got a little problem down here as well but what did he mean to be around me more often? Man, I gotta fix this boner, my uncles gonna be home in 2 hours and I still haven't cleaned the kitchen like I promised. But let me take care of some business in the shower.
Its Monday, I and the rest of Hellfire meet in the Wheelers' garage for a little DND, when all of a sudden Nancy walks into the garage and requests me, I dismiss myself as the rest of the club is bickering and bantering and I meet nancy in the kitchen, "What's up Big Wheeler?" I ask with amusement in my voice. She gives me a look of concern as she asks, "Are you sure it's safe for you to be here? Half of the town is pretty much out for your head for that... rumor." She looks genuinely concerned and gives me a comforting smile. I look down at my boots and purse my lips together as I hadn't even thought of putting the club in more harm's way. We are already believed to be a cult and all those Christian junkies hate us to the point of violence. Ironic, no?
"You're right, I'm gonna head home then, just gonna say bye to the club then ill be out your hair." I smile but sadly I miss playing DND with the club and defeating FAKE Vecna. I did make a mistake and I do have to pay the price. I grab my leather jacket from the bar stool and head back into and spare the club goodbye.
"What? We haven't even gotten to the good part of the game!" Dustin exasperates as I nod my head and pat the kid's head.
"Gotta keep you guys safe. You got this Mike?" I ask him and he nods, then they all say goodbye as I head out to my van when I notice a familiar BMW with a familiar dirty blond inside with a smirk? Smolder? I don't know but it's mischievous, he's not up to good, is he? I then remembered what he said to me on his way out Friday night
"Expect me around you more often, alright darlin'?"
Fuck.
I awkwardly wave and he stops in front of me and rolls down his window. "Got a reason why you're here Munson?" I bite my lip and explain "I was just playing DND with the munchkins and got tired." I fake yawn and stretch and my shirt lifts and reveals my happy trail and Steve's expression goes from mischievous to aroused and I smirk. "What're you doin' here Harrington, looking for little ol' me?" I bat my eyelashes in a teasing manner and place my hands on my hips.
"I actually was, I was wondering if you wanted to chill at my place tonight." That look was back on his face, and I smile.
"Sure, got beer?" I ask, insinuating that's the ONLY reason id come, knowing damn well id come even if he lived in a cardboard box, "Why of course, what kind of host would I be for my special guest if there was no... beer."
What was that tone? Did he just look me up and down? Man, this man is making me flustered just standing here being observed like a statue in a museum, I fix my jacket to cover my crotch and salute the blond.
"Be there at 7." I hop into my van and watch him drive off in my rearview mirror, I start the van and head back home. My thoughts are just all over the place, Steve has never given me the time of day like this, are we gonna be alone? Are we gonna...? No, don't assume that. It's just a fun little hang out nothing crazy, right?
It's 6:30 and I'm rushing to fix my hair and brush my teeth vigorously and apply deodorant. Where's that cologne? Ah-ha! I spray myself in 5 pulse points and fluff my waves and rush to put my combat boots on, I have on distressed grey denim jeans and a navy-blue tank top distressed in the pit areas to expose my side chest slightly, and my tattoo peeking above the collar. This is 'casual I'm not trying too hard' right?
