Pretty Boy (manxboy)

Chapter Four

Gabe

Today was Monday.

Which meant today was the day I was going to get to see Sam again.

I may or may not have thought about him numerous times over the weekend, but I wasn't allowing myself to think about what that meant.

It didn't mean I was gay. It didn't mean I liked guys.

I mean...I usually imagined him from behind, so it could be a woman...they just happened to have Sam's pretty face and beautiful golden brown eyes.

That wasn't weird.

In fact, it was completely normal.

Every guy had probably had fantasies like that.

It wasn't like I was thinking about his dick...that's the part that made it not gay at all. I was thinking of his ass and girls had asses. Therefore I was basically imagining a girl.

I shut down the other part of my brain that was trying to tell me that I was stupid for thinking that way. I just shut it down and pushed it to the back where it couldn't bother me anymore.

I was anticipating Serena's departure. I probably shouldn't have been as excited as I was. It was wrong, but I pushed those thoughts away as well.

I still loved my wife. I was just happy to have a new friend and I was excited to see him...that was all. Really...there was nothing else to it.

I was trying to wait as patiently as I could for Serena to leave. There was no way I was going out there to see Sam when she was still here. That would have been a disaster. I hardly ever left the den...would she think it was suspicious if I went out there right now?

I could just pretend I was going to the bathroom or maybe getting a drink of water.

I then frowned at myself.

I was being fucking ridiculous.

I was acting like a teenage girl that was excited to see her crush, not like a grown man who was waiting to see the nanny.

The male nanny.

My mind strayed a little more to that said nanny when there was suddenly a knock on the door to the den. I jolted, eyes going wide.

Serena called from outside the door, "Bye, babe! I'll see you later."

She didn't open the door and I grunted a reply that she probably didn't hear.

I waited to hear the front door open and close, then I was off the couch in record time.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I had actually taken a shower last night and I didn't want to think about why.

I straightened my clothes, cleared my throat, and then opened the door.

I immediately say Sam in the living room as he put the baby in the baby carrier. The baby carrier was on the couch and Sam was kneeling down in front of it. My eyebrows raised a little as I watched them.

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

Sam gasped and his head flew in my direction.

I smiled a little. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," I said.

I wasn't sure where we stood after the whole situation where I had forced him to cuddle with me the last time I saw him. What did he think about that? Did he think anything of it? Did he even think anything of me...like I thought of him?

Then a warm smile came over his lips, eyes looking amused. "It's alright, Gabe. I'll get you back someday."

I couldn't help but smile wider at the sight of his smile.