Chapter 3: What is it about him?

I spend the next 45 minutes with Edward's feet in my tender care. Gently massaging away any stress and building the trust that I hope will lead to a strong friendship and hopefully, something more.

I ask him, "So Edward, what types of food do you enjoy the most?" He seems very relaxed now and quietly responds, "Pretty much any junk food I can get my hands on. But in general, I love Italian food the most."

SCORE!!! I make a mental note to make him some of my killer lasagna one night…that is if there is another night?

There is a little catch in my voice and I try and cover it up and say, "Wonderful, I wasn't sure what I should make for you tonight so I decided on Spaghetti and Meatballs. I hope that works for you?"

I realize that he heard the catch as he leans up a bit from the couch and looks me directly in the eyes and says, "That sounds amazing. I haven't had good Italian food in a while." And then he smiles a genuine smile directed at me. It melts away the worry that I obviously had on my face.

Fuck, that smile is killing me! And those lips, I wonder what they would taste like with some spaghetti sauce on them. My dick responds happily to those thoughts.

My erection reminds me that I should get started on the sauce to allow enough time for it to simmer and fully absorb the wine and fresh garlic. I'm torn between not wanting to let his feet go and needing to get up off the couch before I decide to lean into him and find out just how tasty his lips are.

I make the decision to get up and gently place his feet on the couch and before I head towards the kitchen, I grab his big toe and give it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for your willingness to place some of your trust in my hands."

He looks like his thoughts were somewhere else but quickly comes back and focuses on me saying, "You have a very trusting aura about you. I feel like I can be completely safe around you and tell you things that you will keep in complete confidence."

My cheeks begin to turn red as a blush fills my face. "Umm, Wow! Thank you, you have no idea how happy that makes me right now." Then the most beautiful smile forms on his face as he says, "Me too."

OH MY GOD!!! How can he possibly get any more fucking adorable right now!

I turn to head into the kitchen and mention, "I should get started on the spaghetti sauce so it has enough time for the flavors to marry together." He looks up over the back of the couch and asks, "Can I help in anyway?"

Yeah, you can leave your clothes in the living room and come into the kitchen and place your wonderful ass on the counter so I can enjoy looking at you while I prepare the sauce. Umm Fuck! Where did that thought come from?

"Umm, sure you can show me where your sauce pot is and maybe a cutting board and knife?" He gets up from the couch, heading into the kitchen and starts looking around for a knife and cutting board. He then leans over into a lower cupboard, to grab a sauce pot.

Fuck me right now if he doesn't have the most beautiful ass in the world! TURN AROUND right now and wash your hands under some cold water before you reach out and grab something that you shouldn't!

What is it about him that keeps pulling me towards him?

He hands me the sauce pot and asks, "What else can I do to help?" I try and smile the least lustful smile I can muster, "You can cube the fresh mozzarella and cut the basil and tomatoes for our salad if you would like?"

I begin chopping the onions and fresh garlic for the sauce and can't help but steal quick glances at him every 10 or 15 seconds. He is very focused on his chopping.

I can so picture myself doing this several nights a week with him. My mind races forward with the potential of us spending the rest of our lives together. Jesus! Get a grip! This is the first day you have spent with him and you are already planning the happily ever after!

He glances over to me with a huge smile on his face. I smile back and can't help but wonder if his thoughts took him down a similar road as mine.

I pour some olive oil into the sauce pan and begin browning the meat. I add the onions and fresh garlic with a pinch of sea salt and some cracked pepper. I inhale the aroma, "Ahh, I love the smell of garlic and onions."

He turns back towards me and looks directly into my eyes, "Yes, it is quite intoxicating."

Fuck, was that directed at me or the onions and garlic cooking away in the pot?

I finish adding the rest of the ingredients to the pot; crushed tomatoes, tomato paste, basil, oregano and pour in about 1/3 of the first bottle of cabernet, stirring everything together. I adjust the heat to low as Edward is putting the ingredients for our salad in a bowl and wrapping it up and placing it in the refrigerator.

I look at him and say, "Well, we have a couple of hours before dinner time, what would you like to do now?"

He looks down a moment, like he is reluctant to say what is on his mind.

A moment of panic sets in and I'm worried that I have done something to cause this look of discomfort on his face. I take a small step towards him with my hand reaching out to his chin and gently lift it up so he is looking me directly in the face. "Please tell me what is on your mind. You can tell me whatever it is."

He smiles at me and some of the worry drops away from my expression. He says, "I would like to chat with you about something that I'm having a little difficulty putting into words."

I gesture towards the couch in the living room. Before I realize what I am doing, my left hand reaches out towards his and I lightly grab his hand. Not knowing if he will pull away from mine or not.

His fingers entwine with mine and that breath-taking smile appears back on his face like I just did something that he wanted me to do but was afraid to ask.

We sit on the couch, both facing each other with our legs crossed Indian-style, knees lightly touching each other. I notice that I haven't let his hand go and don't want to, fearing that he may not want to give it to me again.

I gently squeeze his hand and tell him, "Edward, please know that you can tell me anything and it won't leave this room. Just as you trusted me earlier with your feet, please trust me now and tell me what is bothering you."

He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales and begins, "Jasper…I am trying to understand some of these feelings that are going on inside me. Feelings that I have never experienced before with such magnitude and intensity." His head drops a little bit as several emotions cross his face.

I nod and patiently wait for him to continue. He looks like he is in pain and all I want to do is reach out and hug him close to me but I know that he needs to work through them if we are going to be able to move forward.

He looks back up at me and asks, "Have you ever experienced an uncontrollable pull towards something before. Something that you never thought would be there but when it was you were overwhelmed by it?"

I smile at him and reply, "Yes I have if you are referring to this insatiable need to know more about this person."

I place some emphasis on the word person.

"A desire to understand how they think; what makes them happy; what brings them to tears; what their greatest fear is; what their lips taste like."

Oh shit! Did I just say that with my outside voice? Yep, he is looking at you with his eyes wide open! Quick say something else so he forgets that last comment!

"Umm, wanting to know a person like you know yourself. It is a feeling that you can never know enough about this person but you feel compelled to discover more. Is that the pull that you are referring to?"

He looks at me in awe and I can't help but wonder if it's because of my earlier slip about his lips or if we are on the same page when it comes to this undeniable pull we have towards each other. He hesitates again before asking his next question, "Umm, who… who was the person that you felt this pull towards?"

His adorability factor just went up another 10 fold!

I look directly into his eyes, pull his hand up to my lips and gently kiss the back of his hand and say, "Isn't it obvious? It is you."

He looks at me with the most amazing smile yet and says, "I was hoping it was me because I feel that same way towards you. And umm, did you really mean it when you said you wanted to know what my lips tasted like?"

Oh holy hell! Does he actually want me to kiss him? Well, only one way to find out.

I lean closer towards him and I can hear his breath catch as he anticipates what I am about to do. I gently place my lips on his and brush my tongue along his lower lip. His mouth is warm and wet and I look into his eyes hesitating, waiting to see if he is going to pull away from me.

I'm pleasantly surprised when he places both of his hands on the sides of my face returning the kiss with his tongue asking for entrance into my mouth.

I happily grant him access as my tongue wraps around his. I run my hands into his silky hair and gently pull his head towards the side so I can gain better access to his mouth. I push my tongue slowly towards his, waiting for him to let me in.

He happily sucks my tongue into his mouth and runs his hands into my hair as well. Pretty soon, I need to come up for air and I slowly pull away from his delicious lips. I smile at him and reply, "They are better than I ever could have imagined!"

I pull him towards me on the couch, indicating that I want him to rest his head against my chest. He happily complies and I wrap my hands around his chest and entwine my fingers in his. We both let out a simultaneous sigh which in turn causes both of us to laugh at the same time.

I inhale the wonderful smell from his hair and ask him, "Edward, have you ever kissed another guy before?"

He hesitates and very quietly replies, "No, was that a bad kiss?"

How fucking adorably delicious!

I squeeze his chest closer to mine and grip his hands firmly as I tell him, "It was the most amazing kiss I have ever experienced. It felt like you were reading my every thought and need."

We continue talking about what kind of music we like; who our favorite artists are; what our favorite movies are; trying to fill the never ending want to know more about each other.