Luca Chessman has been longing for love his entire life. The only problem is-he can't seem to find a guy that likes him the same way.
With his family cafe, Chessman's, struggling to keep afloat and no help from the bank, he's slowly accepting the d...
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The new sign in the window for a new barista isn't gaining as much attention as I would have liked. Instead, my mother has requested that Demi come in to help in the day when it's most busy. I know she has other things to be doing so I am really grateful for her time.
Declan is worried about my wellbeing.
But we both know how beneficial it will be for us to have another worker we can rely on.
As it approaches three o'clock, the cafe is mostly quiet. A few people are still lingering from lunch but I'm enjoying the light buzz. "So," Demi leans against the counter, folding her arms over her chest. "What's going on between you and Declan then?"
"What do you mean?"
She rolls her eyes at my question. "It's so obvious you two have a thing for each other," she says and I busy myself with stacking cups and cleaning around the coffee machines. "He came here the other day to give you medicine and then tilted your chin, telling you he'll see you later. That is literally screaming 'I want you. I care for you.'"
I hum slowly. Demi knows we kissed but we haven't done anything like that since.
When I asked Declan a few days ago why he kissed me, I wasn't expecting him to go into detail about why. Instead he said that he wanted to. What does that even mean?
My head has been scrambled since. Does that mean he likes me? Does he want to kiss me again? Gahh. I hate it when I overthink everything. I refuse to act all clingy and like I would have a year ago.
I really, really like him. Now I don't know what to do.
"I want to thank him for taking me for dinner, for fixing the dishwasher. For so many other things too but money is limited and I have no idea how to do it," I sigh, dragging a hand down my face.
I've definitely lost sleep thinking about this. My brain can't stop.
Demi moves beside me and shrugs. "Then do what you said, give him head."
I blink at her in shock. For a few moments I can't speak. But she's staring back at me with an expression that is telling me that she's not joking. In fact, she's deadly serious. "Really?"
"I mean, what man doesn't like his dick being sucked?"
She has a point.
But then my blood turns cold and I shake my head. "No," I murmur pathetically. "There is no way I can do that. How would I even do that? What if he freaked out? What if he pushed me away? What if–"
"You're spiralling," she places a hand on my shoulder. "Chill. He kissed you, that means something, Luca. He took you out for dinner and he cares about you. Even let you stay over at his house!"
Fuck sake. Why does she keep bringing up really good points?
I chew on my lip, nausea creeping up my sternum. "Demi," my voice shakes."There is no way. It could end in disaster."
