A week has passed since my night out Lance. Since then, every day has been great. He often picks me up after work and we go out to a new place for dinner or head for the theatre out of town. We've been getting to know each other a lot better and occasionally doing really sexual things, we don't want to take it all the way though and we don't want to call each other official until I've settled things with Carter. It was a mutual decision.
With Carter is a different story though, I haven't had the guts to talk to him yet so I just decided to avoid him for the time being, Lance said I should take my time and wait 'til I'm ready. Carter kept calling me so I blocked his number so he couldn't bother me, he sometimes picks Julia up but I immediately bolt out of the office with some excuse so he doesn't see me.
Things relating to my gender have been amazing too. Me and Lance have been together like a couple every time we're with each other and for the first time I finally feel safe and like I can finally be myself around other people. I think my workmates are starting to catch on though, but no one is saying anything or calls me out for it. For that, I am thankful. I decide, now's not the time.
Mrs. Fletcher knows though, it was funny how she found out.
I was kissing Lance goodbye before I headed out to work and she was on her way out of the building and we immediately jumped off of each other when she started laughing out loud.
"I was always secretly hoping you guys would end up together!!" She said happily as she approached us and trapped us in a loving hug.
I have been contacting my dad more recently now too, constantly checking up on how he's doing and slowly preparing myself to tell him. Not over the phone though.
I am currently locking up my office, I am the only person left and it's really getting creepy. I move faster and quickly rush through the room when I hear something fall from a desk. Deciding that it's a basic stupid white mistake to check on it, I tap furiously on the elevator door and take long steady breaths to calm myself down.
A hand touches my shoulder just as the elevator door goes 'Ding!' and opens. I literally felt my soul leaving my body as I let out a loud scream.
"Ryan! It's me! I'm kidding!" Lance says from behind me as he wraps his arms around me, I could feel his chest vibrating from his loud laugh and my heart thumping really loudly.
"I hate you so much Lance." I tell him as I peel myself off of him and get inside the elevator. He follows after me still grinning like an idiot. I glare at him.
"I'm sorry but that seriously was priceless." He says while still having a grand time laughing his ass off, clutching his stomach. When he recovers from his laughing fit, I continue to glare at him.
"What are you doing here anyways?" I ask him.
"Well, you did text me that you might be getting out of work late so I came here a bit late and saw that maintenance guy walking out so I asked him if you were still upstairs and he said yeah and said you were locking up and that you were alone. Long story short, I thought it'd be funny to scare the hell out of you since you're terrified of ghosts." He says with a shrug.
I shake my head in disbelief but find myself chuckling at his antics. "You are such a jerk." He beams at me.
"A cute jerk." He says with a wink. My phone beeps in my pocket, signaling a text message. I take my phone out and read it, it's from Julia. Lance scoots closer to me so he could read my text too. I glare at him, it doesn't faze him though.
"Impromptu karaoke night with the team down at Laney's , join us Ry!"
"We should go." Lance deadpans and nods his head.
"It's only for me, dummy, you're not invited." I playfully shove him aside.
"Surely, you won't leave me behind." He pleads at me with puppy dog eyes and pouting. I chuckle at him.
*
I gave into Lance's pleading and for the first time ever, I finally hang out with my officemates. They had a blast welcoming me and saying it was monumental that I finally showed up after hundreds of invites and says that Lance is a miracle worker. They immediately loved Lance after that.
I know they were getting the idea that me and Lance were together but I'm glad they decided to keep quiet about it, they surely didn't seem to mind though.
Talk about me dissolves in a few minutes when the booze comes in, Lance urges me to take some and promises he'll be the designated driver for tonight and that I should let loose sometimes. So I follow his advice and drink up!
After a few shots, I was inebriated and ready to sing, I grab Lance from the table and ask him to sing 'Bang Bang' with me. Safe to say, it was a hot mess but everyone had a grand time with our performance.
The night ended around 11 something though, the shop was closing up and everyone was too drunk to stay awake, including me. Lance stays true to his promises and takes me home, in my drunken stupor, I shove him on the wall when we get into my room and kiss him passionately, he smiles into kiss and kisses me back urgently, he breaks away shortly though.
"I'd love to make out with you babe but you're drunk and you need some rest." He whispers softly in my ear which makes me giggle because it got ticklish, he laughs at me and carries me bridal style to my bed. He lays me down on my bed gently and I roll around in my bed 'til I fall off with a loud thump. Lance quickly rushes to my aid with a shirt on his shoulder.
He lifts me up and lays me on the bed again, grunting. I roll over again and giggle like a schoolgirl.
"I don't remember you being such a handful the last time you were drunk." He says with a chuckle as he sits me up and changes my shirt.
"Tequila does this to me." I say with another giggle. Man, I'm so annoying when I'm shitfaced.
He moves to unbutton my jeans.
"Are we going to have sex?" I ask him innocently, he laughs loudly at me.
"Not tonight, I want you to be fully conscious when I rock your body." He tells me smugly and I giggle again. After changing me from my dirty clothes he tucks me in bed and my energy finally falters as drowsiness kicks in.
He moves to walk out of the room but I pull him back. "Stay." I tell him with my eyes closed. He sits back down beside and gently caresses my head, I let my mind go to rest finally but not before hearing him say,
"I love you." Then darkness.
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Dirty Little Secret
Romance"I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him." - ten word story e.m.c
