from a distance, Max could see his cheeks were pink from the cold.
It was only when Jeremy glanced up and did a double take that Max realized he was staring across the wide parking area. That he was watching Jeremy organize with a big, dumb smile on his face. This was who he wanted to talk to. The knot of tension in his gut loosened.
Tentatively, Jeremy smiled back and gave him a little wave. Max beckoned him, meeting him halfway. “Can you help me get something from the house?”
“Sure.” Jeremy fell into step beside him. “It’s a perfect day, huh? The fresh snow last night looks amazing on the trees. Reminds me of Whistler, without the mountains. And it’s mostly maple trees, so not really like Whistler at all. It’s just the only place I’ve seen this much snow, I guess.”
“Makes sense.” Max had spent all morning trying not to think about kissing him—or dropping to his knees the way he had last night—but Jeremy was so cute when he talked like that, words tumbling out.
“The kids must love it. Lots of snowmen and stuff.”
“It’s not great packing snow right now—needs to be a little wetter. But yeah, when I was a kid, I still loved it. Any kind of snow can be shoved down your sister’s collar.”
Jeremy laughed. “I guess that’s a brother’s job.” His smile flickered.
“You must miss Sean.”
“Yeah.” He shrugged tightly. “But it looks like he’s having fun.” He pulled out his phone and displayed a picture of his brother grinning at the railing of a cruise ship. “My dad sent it. We’re sending pictures back and forth now. Hopefully that’s a good sign.”
“Definitely. It’s progress.” Max took the steps onto the covered porch, stamping his boots. Maybe he shouldn’t bother Jeremy with his shit. Jeremy had enough of his own. For all Max knew, he was busy texting Levi. He didn’t need to deal with Max’s not-even-quarter-life crisis.
“Are you going to see that guy again today?” Max kept his gaze down as he kicked the brick by the door. It didn’t bother him. Well, it shouldn’t bother him was more accurate.
Last night when Jeremy had slipped on the ice, Max had wanted to scoop him into his arms and not let go. He’d barely been able to control himself when Jeremy’s hard-on had tented his boxer briefs. He could imagine the smooth curve of his dick springing up from ginger hair and had burned to swallow Jeremy to the root. Not just to satisfy his own lust, but to give comfort and release. To see Jeremy smile and hear him gasp and give him pleasure.
He realized Jeremy was taking a long time to answer and was about to apologize for being nosy. Max should focus on his own problems and stop interfering with Jeremy’s. Not that having a guy interested was a problem. Max was supposed to be happy for him.
“I guess so?” Jeremy said. “He made it seem like he was going to come. Should I text him and confirm?”
“Nah. Don’t want to look too eager.” As soon as the words were out, Max cringed internally. That was bad advice. This wasn’t how fairy godfathers were supposed to operate. Or friends, for that matter. He said, “But if you like him, you should text. Playing it cool has a time and a place, but there’s nothing wrong with showing someone you’re into them. Go for it.”
“Well, he said he was coming, so I don’t want to seem pushy. He’s nice, but…”
Max was far too happy about that but. “No pressure, man.” He pushed open the door, the bells on the wreath ringing merrily. They pulled off their boots, gloves, and hats, but kept their coats on. Now Max had to either spit it out or make up some excuse for bringing Jeremy to the house.
Jeremy looked to him expectantly. Max’s phone felt like it was burning a hole in his jeans pocket now. “I, um…”
Ginger brows meeting, Jeremy asked, “Are you okay?” He only lightly touched Max’s arm though his puffy coat, yet it still sent sparks to Max’s dick. He realized this was the first guy he’d dated that had ever had this effect on him. He felt drunk with it.
Except we’re not dating because I’m an idiot.
“Max?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. I mean, yes. I’m fine.”
His mind sputtered, ping-ponging between the LSAT results and the urge to sweep Jeremy into his arms and kiss him like nothing else mattered. Except he wasn’t supposed to