Dating your Coworker- The 12 Year Difference

I'm Gay

I woke up and realized I was alone in the bed, I looked up and it took a minute for me to hear the running water from the hotel bathroom. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, my stomach felt gross like I was sick or something. I got up and I noticed I had no clothes on either, I picked through my luggage bag and put on jeans, a grey v neck, and an 'Always Keep Fighting' jacket. I left it unzipped as I rezipped my bag and wandered the room aimlessly, it slowly became pacing as the feeling in my stomach went away. 

Last night was fun, magical even. I stopped suddenly and closed my eyes, resting a hand on the dresser next to me. I looked over at the black TV and saw my reflection, I still looked tired no matter how happy or excited I felt right now. The bathroom door creaked open and my stomach flipped.

"Morning," he smiled, "well... noon."

"What?" I asked confused, lost in my own head. I still felt slightly unconscious, I pulled my phone out and turned on the screen. It was 11:45. 

"I slept late," I said and ran a hand over my face. 

"You feel okay?" He asked and I nodded, I looked at him. He was wearing the same chain around his neck, he had a pair of glasses on, a black t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He had a black jacket draped over his shoulder, he tossed it over a chair beside him. 

"I'm fine I just can't believe I slept in that late," I said.

"You had a long night," he winked and tossed his clothes in one of the laundry bags. I huffed out a smile and watched him walk to the bed, he sat down and looked up at me. I met his eyes. God damn, were they beautiful.

"Your eyes are gorgeous," I said and sat down on the floor between his legs. I laid my head on his right thigh and stroked his left thigh with my hand, absent-mindedly watching my left hand moving back and forth.

"So are yours," he said, "they're really bright and pretty. I've never expected someone like you to have green eyes." I blushed a little, fluffy talk wasn't something I knew how to respond to. It was weird to take a compliment. 

"Thank you," I said awkwardly and he laughed. He pushed some of my hair behind my ear and smiled comfortably. 

"You wanna go on a date with me this afternoon?" He asked and I looked up at him, stopping my hand.

"Yeah," I practically beamed, "of course." There was a loud vibration, my phone. I groaned and stood up, walking to my phone and seeing I had a text from Misha.

You totally stayed with Rich, didn't you?

u totally still text with proper grammar

Answer my question, please.

yes u did

Knew it, Jen even called it.

good for u

Don't be a sourpuss.

I wish jen hadnt found out

Why?

bc i dont like the torment i just want to be happy 

Is this some hookup or is it like... boyfriend?

MISH

What I'm serious?

its serious 

Thank you for telling me, I care about Rich I just wanted to know. Don't break his heart.

yea bc my heart doesnt matter i wasnt the one who even admitted feelings he did it first