Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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Dante
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My heart was pounding hard against my chest as I looked over in complete mortification at Sammy. I had unintentionally thrown him off of me.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I rushed out, offering a hand to help him up. Sammy's face was the most red I had ever seen it. "I didn't mean to, I-" I stuttered out.
"It's okay." He replied, "I shouldn't have done that."
The look in his eyes cut straight through me. It felt like the same rejection I had felt earlier, when I thought I messed up drastically by kissing him. His intensity, gaze, and visible pain made it impossible for me to filter my words. "It really isn't that. I... I- um, I enjoyed that."
That part came out a little choppy.
"I just don't think... with the way our personal and professional lives are entangled-"
That initial response retracted itself, and instead, Sammy's eyes softened.
"I just think it would be best if we kept it professional." I finished finally.
While I wanted nothing more than to continue kissing this gorgeous man, my thoughts had raced back to mere moments ago. I relived that dread which initially washed over me when I had thought about losing everything I just gained in such a short period of time.
I couldn't afford to fuck up my bartending job or lose out on that extra cash for fixing the roof. Pursuing anything with Sammy could lead to that, and right now, I needed to focus on myself.
"I understand." Sammy nodded. "For now, lets get cleaned up and in bed. It's been one hell of a day and you still have work tomorrow morning." He reminded me. I physically felt the last of my energy leaving me as the thought of work crossed my mind. "I'm going to take a quick shower, but just set your soaked clothes in that hamper there and I'll take care of them."
I glanced over in the direction Sammy jerked his head, and saw a large basket that already had some clothes piled up.
"Thank you." I gave him a nod and a slight smile.
"Not a problem." He returned the smile, before disappearing down the narrow staircase.
Thus I began the tedious process of separating these soaking wet clothes from my body.
Sammy
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