Forth meeting

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I've been running around like a maniac the last two hours, cleaning and putting things in place for Louis' arrival.

I hop in the shower, and I've just gotten dressed when there's a knock on my front door. I run to open it and smile when I see him. He hands me a single rose.
"Oh, thank you." I'm surprised and smell it before I let him in.

I show him into the kitchen and find a vase. I can smell his cologne. It's lovely. I'm nervous but in a good way.
"How are you?" He asks.

"Good, yeah, really good. You?"

"I've been looking forward to seeing you." He replies, and my heart jumps.

"Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Sure." He smiles.

I open a cabinet and take out two glasses before I open a bottle of white wine and pour it. I hand him a glass, and he takes a sip and nods approvingly.
"Hungry?" I ask.

"Yeah." He smiles. I love that smile.

I put my glass on the counter and open the fridge.
"You're not allergic to anything, right?"

"Nope."

I'm making a creamy pasta and fill a pot with water and turn on the stove.
"Can I help?"

"Sure. Can you cut the tomatoes?"

I hand him a cutting board and a knife and watch as he turns it up side down at first before he manages to slice a tomato in half. I try not to laugh.
"Oh dear, proper train crash." He mutters, and I can't help but laugh.

He smiles at me, looking amused.
"I'm terrible at cooking. You look really nice, by the way."

"Thank you. So do you." I smile.

We talk, and we laugh as I make us dinner with a little help from Louis. We sit down to eat, and he compliments the food. I beam.

After dinner, he helps me clean up before we head to the living room.
"I like your apartment." He says.

"Thanks." I smile.

We take a seat on the couch, and he turns to face me.
"Dinner was lovely, Harry."

I just stare at him in awe.
"What? Is there something on me face?" He asks and rubs a hand over it.

I reach out and cup his cheek. Brush my thumb over his cheekbone.
"I can't get over how different you are now."

"When I'm not currently suicidal? Oh, well. I'm still struggling with me thoughts. I'm just coping better with it." He says dryly.

"I'm a good listener."

"I know, but I think I've unloaded enough crap on you. I don't want you to be me therapist, Harry. I've already told you that." He sighs.

"I don't want that either, but I still want you to feel like you can talk to me about stuff." I shrug.

"Alright, as long as you feel like you can talk to me about stuff?"

"I do."

"I don't wanna get ahead of meself, but we have a good thing going here." Louis says and comes closer.

My breath get caught in my throat.
"We do."

He's closer now. Inches apart. My eyes flicker to his lips. He wets them. I wet mine. We both lean in until our lips touch. Electric.

He pulls me closer. I cup his beautiful face, and we open up to the kiss. His tongue touches mine. I gasp.

He's a great kisser. I get lost in the feeling. It makes wonder for the errection. When we need to come up for air, I slowly open my eyes. He's looking at me with a soft smile. His pupils are blown.
"Damn!" He says.

"Yeah." I breathe out.

We crash into each other again. Fire. Teeth clashing. He pushes me to my back. He's on top. He's hard. Suddenly, he sits up. I blink a couple of times. Confused. He drags a hand through his hair.
"I think we should slow down." He says.

My dick says otherwise, but he's right. I sit up. Fix my messy hair.
"You're right." I smile.

We look at each other. Then we laugh.

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