Bound by Desire | Completed

terms and condtions

The closet coffee shop in my neighborhood opened at 6am.

I chose this one since it was about a 30 minute drive from campus, lowering the chance that students would see us.

We also were set to meet time they opened, and I don't know a college student on Earth who wakes up at 6am on a Saturday.

My hand twirled the straw around my iced coffee as I sat near the window, taking periodic glances outside.

I told him 6:15, but I was here exactly at 6, unable to sleep due to my nervousness.

Before I called him, I told Ava what he'd asked of me and my response. She thought that I'd overreacted and that he was simply telling me what he wanted.

He could've worded it better but whatever.

When I finally got around to calling him, the conversation was awkward to say the least.

"Hello?" He answered sounding distracted.

"Hello?"

"I'm not sure if you know, but the person answering is supposed to say hello. You, on the other hand, are supposed to initiate the conversation."

I hung up and stared at the ceiling.

Maybe I should just work at McDonald's or something, I thought, The pay is shit but I have enough money saved up to get my associate's degree, and probably a year of my bachelor's.

As I pondered that, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Kyser?"

I wished I had a smart remark to make but my mind was blank. I was also stuck on how much I liked hearing him say my name.

"Hi."

He didn't respond right away, taking a brief pause, "How are you?"

I knew he knew damn well why I was calling.

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"Great."

Neither of us said a word, just listened to the other's breathing.

"Are you going to speak?" I asked, using his former words against him, "Or are you going to continue to sit there and breathe as loudly as you possibly can?"

Jaxon laughed, "I'm waiting on you to tell me why you called."

"I'm sure you know."

"I think we should talk about it more in depth though."

"Okay." I agreed since he had a point. I had my terms and I'm sure he had his.

"Are you available tomorrow?"

"Sure. Do you want me to come to your house?"

"No." He answered quickly, "I'll come to your house."

No the fuck.

"How about we just meet somewhere?" I suggested.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sight of a black Jaguar pulling alongside the street in front of the coffee shop.

I'd never seen his car, but it just screamed something he would drive. It was confirmed when I saw him step out of the car, wearing a damn suit.

Who puts on a suit when they don't have to? It matched his uptight personality I guess.