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Just as you got comfortable on your couch, ready to start your weekend early by binging some new show your friends had been talking about, your roommate burst out of her room and took in the scene.

"Nuh-uh, you're not wasting another Friday night on this couch! We're going out, c'mon I've even got something you can wear!"

You rolled your eyes at her, but of course she was right, without her you wouldn't leave your place nearly half as much as you should, and it had been a while since she dragged you out so you obliged. Plus her go-to place was tolerable at worst, more of a bar than a club most nights. Apparently tonight was not one of those nights, no line outside but most seats at the bar were taken and the dance floor easily had 50 people already. Not unheard of on a Friday night, but more than you had hoped for. After getting your drinks, she pulls you out to the floor. As far from your comfort zone as this was, you always had a fun time with her, dancing for a few songs and letting the thumping bass and tequila flow through you.

Eventually she leaned in and said something you couldn't hear, while gesturing towards someone deeper in the crowd. Catching her meaning, you waved her off with a smile and turned back towards the bar as she approached her target. A familiar figure caught your eye, leaning against the bar. He was wearing a simple linen button up, a light blue, the soft material stretched across his shoulders, sleeves rolled up and top two buttons undone. It was a shockingly casual look for the man, although there was nothing casual about the way it made your heart race. Not wanting to get caught staring, you waved to get his attention.

"Robby! Hi!"

He straightened up with a friendly grin as you approached him. He was your older brother's best friend. Well, older step-brother actually, and emphasis on older. You and your mother had joined the Abbot family when you were six, and Jack was already halfway through med school by then. But he loved having a younger sister, and made time for you when he could. Once you were out of school (business, not medical), this often meant hanging out with his doctor friends too, which you never minded. Especially not when they were as hot as Dr. Michael Robinavitch.

"Hey there, kid."

The corners of his eyes crinkled as you scoffed at the nickname, persisting despite you nearing your 30's.

"So...come here often?"

You play it up, just trying to break the ice. He barks a laugh at the cheesy line, raising his hand like he's going to ruffle your hair but redirecting at the last second to scratch his beard instead.

"Not really, just trying out some new places. And you? You uh...you on a date or somethin'?"

"Ha! No, no date. This isn't really my scene, I'm kinda just here to appease my roommate, but she's otherwise occupied...Hey uh, I totally don't want to intrude on your night but...I guess I'd just feel better sticking with someone I already know?"

"Of course kid, c'mere." He patted the stool next to him.

"Oh! You sure?"

"Yeah, not like I need another night of drinking alone anyways."

He grimaced into his glass, immediately regretting the pitiful self portrait he had just painted. You spoke up in an attempt to make him feel better.

"Thanks, I'm sure you'll be much better company than the bottle of wine and various streaming accounts my Friday nights usually consist of."

Luckily the returned self deprecation made him chuckle. You continued chatting, a mix of small talk and more personal details as you both loosened up. Even though you had known him for over five years, he was generally closed off, at least in group environments. Thinking back, this was actually the first time you two had hung out one-on-one. But just like with Jack, the 20-year age difference didn't seem to bother him. Well, maybe not just like Jack, you couldn't be sure but you almost would've sworn you caught his eyes exploring you more than one would with a sister. But it was dark in here, and you were more than a bit distracted yourself, so who could say? He stood towering over you, leaning in to hear you better, so close you could smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. At some point he had propped one of his feet up on the lowest rung of your bar stool, a casual position that put his leg between where yours hung off the seat as you had turned to sit facing him. As you two talked, his hand brushed against your bare thigh a few times, but never long enough that it couldn't be passed off as an accident.

Eventually he started ordering your drinks on his tab, despite your insistence that he didn't need to do that. He also made sure you both kept up with waters; this you didn't fight him on, in fact you were grateful as you typically forgot to hydrate and always regretted it in the morning. You couldn't help but be charmed by how thoughtful he was, thoughts quickly spiraling towards what other ways he might take care of you. Your attention was suddenly ripped from the conversation as one of your favorite songs started playing.

"Oh no way, I love this song!"

Before you had a chance to think, you grabbed his arm to steady yourself and hopped off the stool. Turning back towards Robby, you held your hand out towards him.

"Join me? Please?"

You even batted your eyes a few times for good measure, hoping you weren't making a complete fool of yourself. His gaze dropped to the floor as he chewed on his bottom lip, the anxious response seemingly out of place on the man you'd been talking to, perhaps a rare peek behind his composed exterior.

" 'M sorry, not much of a dancer...but I-"

He cuts himself off mid sentence as you feel a familiar pair of hands grab your shoulders.

"HEYYY Bestie!! You looove this song, we gotta dance!"

You turn towards your roommate, who then takes stock of the situation.

"Oops, my bad...wait is this Robby?" You squeezed her hand hard, silently begging her to move on, cheeks burning at the implication that he was a frequent enough topic of conversation for her to identify him on sight. Luckily she caught on immediately; hopefully he hadn't noticed, you were too embarrassed to look at his reaction.

"Hope you don't mind if I just steal her for a song?"

"Not at all, I'll keep your seat warm for ya."

You let her drag you out to the floor, stopping at the outer edges of the main crowd.

"OMG you weren't kidding, he's wayyy hot. Pleeease tell me you're gonna make a move or something?"

"I don't think...there's no way anything is gonna happen, we're just chatting."

"Y'never know! He's still looking, by the way!"

She winked and you couldn't help but laugh at your friend's insistence. You also couldn't help but think about how he might be watching you, actually checking you out.

Trying to shake off that thought, you let yourself get lost in the music, hips swaying in a way that let your skirt ride up a bit. So what if you showed off a little? It felt good to know you looked good, and even better if he thought so too. After a minute you dared to look behind you, briefly catching Robby's eyes before he busied himself with the drink in his hand. Shit, he had been watching. At that revelation your mind went a million places at once. And as much as you wanted to reason with the sudden barrage of increasingly inappropriate thoughts, inhibitions were lowered past the point of no return. Flashes of Robby joining you out on the floor, coming up behind you and grinding to the beat of the music, running his hands along your curves, feeling you up like you were his alone. Maybe he'd sing along, just loud enough for you to hear him. Maybe he'd sneak a hand up your shirt knowing it was too dark for anyone to notice. Maybe he'd pull you to the bathroom after the song en- the song ended, and your roommate had leaned in, trying to say something, shaking you from your fog.

"Girl. He was definitely watching you, you're sooo in! Go get that! And I gotta go find mine."

You laugh again as she wiggles her eyebrows and nudges you back towards the bar. As you walk up, you signal the bartender for another shot and turn to look at Robby. He looks up from his almost empty glass as you do, a half-cocked smile on his lips.

"She seems fun."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress your growing smile.

"She is, really. You havin' fun over here?"

He nods, eyes following your shot glass as you toss it back.

"Yeah, but it's getting a bit loud, think I'm gonna step out for a smoke."

He tilts his head towards the door, silently offering for you to join him. There were definitely more people here now and you were grateful for the offer of a reprieve.

"Sounds good, c'mon."

You smile up at him, holding your hand out towards him again. This time he takes it, after stepping off the bar stool, chuckling as he lets you pull him through the crowd.

Pushing open the door, the September night air was harshly different from the sweaty, crowded bar behind you, and you hadn't thought to bring a jacket. It appeared that Robby hadn't either, though he looked entirely unfazed by the change in temperature. Bracing your arms against your sides, you did your best to not shiver as he handed you his box of cigarettes. You shook two out as he patted through his pants pockets for his lighter. Ever the gentleman, he held it out to you first, and you inhaled enough to light the tip before turning away to exhale. As he leaned against the brick and lit his own, you found yourself drawn to the heat radiating from him. Seeing you shiver, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Careful not to drop any ash on his shirt, you took another half step to tuck yourself closer to his side before he changed his mind. You stood like that for a bit, until an unexpectedly harsh gust of wind sent a violent shiver through you, catching you so off guard you dropped your cigarette.

"Ah dammit."

As you debated bending down to pick it up, Robby squeezed your shoulder.

"Hey, here I gotcha. Open."

He holds his cigarette up to your mouth and you part your lips, almost automatically, reeling a little from the optics of his request. His rough fingers brush against your lips, not overly calloused but dry from excessive washing. Even over the cigarette smoke, you caught a whiff of something antibacterial as you took a drag. It made your head swim more than the nicotine. You both stayed like that, passing it back and forth until it reached the filter. He snubbed it into a standing ashtray a few feet away against the building before turning back towards you.

"Let's get you back inside now, huh?"

As you nodded, turning towards the door to head back in, your phone buzzes. It was your roommate.

Heyyy totally hitting it off here, could you find somewhere else to crash tonight?

Then a second text immediately after-

if not that's sooo ok :)))

As ok as you knew it would be, you still wanted to let her have her fun. You stared at your phone running through your options, it was 10pm on a Friday so a few of your friends might still be awake. Your train of thought was interrupted by the man behind you clearing his throat.

"Everything alright?"

"Ah yeah, just trying to figure out how to not cock-block my roommate..."

He huffed a laugh at that, tilting his head back and rubbing his hand along his beard.

"I uh...I have a spare bed at my place, and it's just about a two minute walk from here. No pressure of course, just figured I'd offer."

You had to remind yourself to breathe as you met his gaze, his expression totally unreadable.

"Really? I mean thank you, that would be great! Didn't really feel like going home with a stranger tonight anyways."

He smiled at that, humming in supposed agreement but saying nothing, eyes still staring into yours. He was standing so close you could practically hear his heart pounding- or was that yours? Inside the bar, flirting had felt like nothing but harmless fun, out here things suddenly felt a lot more real. Chickening out, you quickly turned back towards the door. Twisting the handle released a wall of noise, much louder than you remembered from a few minutes ago, and you hesitated to step inside.

"Hey, I've actually got a few unopened bottles and... a neighbor who doesn't hesitate to give a noise complaint, so things are much quieter if you'd rather end the night a little early?"

You nod quickly, mostly wanting to get out of the cold, but also thrilled by the idea of drinking alone with the older man. As fast as your chilled fingers would let you, you typed out a quick response and sent it.

No prob, it's all yours :) Have fun, I'll see ya tomorrow!

She was going to lose her mind when she heard who you ended up going home with. He pressed his hand into the small of your back, steering you in the right direction. It lingered until you reached the end of the block, when you paused before crossing the street and your shivering resumed. He shifted his hand back up to your shoulders; it felt massive, covering half of your upper arm, and you muttered a quick thanks between your chattering teeth. As you neared the building he already had his keys out, fumbling a little before getting them in the lock, stepping to the side and ushering you in, following close behind you.

He put on a record (of course he listens to records), something you had heard on the radio before, on one of the throwback stations. You watch him almost in a daze, hardly believing where you were as he poured your glasses, bringing them over to the couch and looking at you expectantly. This broke you out of your stupor and you finally kicked off your shoes and skittered over to join him. You sat to his right, intending to leave a respectful distance, but the warmth coming from him breaks your resolve almost instantly and you scoot closer. Accepting the cup he hands you, you fail to fight the shiver triggered by the cold glass.

"Shit, let me get you a blanket or something-"

He stills as you reach out and grab his arm. You catch his eyes, warm and heavy lidded from drinking, but still exhibiting a touch of concern.

"No, I'll be ok... body heat is the fastest way to warm up anyways, you should know that."

He grunts and settles back down at your insistence, draping his arm around you again. Maybe it was the alcohol, but in your state you couldn't help but worry that his grumbling sounded slightly reluctant.

"Is-is that OK?"

He looked stunned for a second, probably not expecting to be the one getting asked that question. His brow furrows as he blinks a few times, before softening his gaze.

"Yeah, just a little surprised a sweet kid like you would want some old man's hands on ya."

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the color rising in your cheeks.

" 'M not a kid, and you're not just some old man..." you trailed off, distracted as his fingers started tracing small circles along your upper arm. You lean into him, and without thinking, pulled your legs up so they were across his lap. He responded in turn by resting his left arm across your shins in acceptance. His hand dropped lower, slowly rubbing up and down your side, remaining over your shirt, which was slowly riding up due to the position you were sitting in. You were grateful for the silence between you two as all of your attention was on the feeling of his fingers beginning to play with the lace along the bottom hem. Eventually he started rubbing his knuckles just above your hip, and you snuck a glance at him hoping to read anything on his face. Zoned out or deep in thought, he stared blankly forwards and lifted his glass again, visibly nonreactive to the drink as he swallowed. You watched as his tongue dipped out over his bottom lip, catching a few stray drops.

"How is it?"

"'S good, that bottle was a gift from Dana, she's got good taste."

"Mhmm...could I... have a taste?"

Your eyes still hadn't left his lips, and he caught on quickly as he turned to hand you his glass.

"You- oh..."

Finally breaking your stare, you met his eyes, which in turn darted away as his whole face burned in an instant. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you fought to hold back a massive grin at the sight. But even with your intentions clearly laid out, something was clearly still holding him back.

"You know he wouldn't mind right? Jack?"

His jaw clenches momentarily, but his eyes stay trained on his glass as he slowly swirls the copper liquid. You cock your head, still hoping he'd look at you again.

"Yeah he can be protective, but that's mostly cuz he doesn't know 'em, not like he knows you. Plus I'm pretty sure he knows I... well he's warned me about his friends before...only ever said good things about you..."

Finally he returned your gaze, more intense than before, eyes flickering down to your lips a few times before tilting his head back to finish his drink without breaking the newly established eye contact, and setting the glass on his coffee table.

"Y'really wanna taste it?"

"Please, Michael?"

Hearing his first name fall from your lips, he gives in and grabs your face, pulling you close and shoving his tongue into your mouth, the bitter whiskey still lingering in his spit. One hand dove into your hair, supporting your head as the other grabbed your jaw, holding your mouth open for him, even after he pulled away.

"Like it?"

You couldn't even form words, a pitiful moan falling out instead as you grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull him back towards you. He watched you squirm, his face a mix of lust and awe.

"Fuck, angel, you're so...fuck-"

You finally managed to slip from his grasp, lunging towards him and reconnecting your lips. He groaned into your mouth, hands dropping to your waist as you climbed into his lap, straddling him. You had never been a fan of whiskey but tasting it from his mouth was borderline addictive. He let his hands explore, down your thighs and tracing the curve of your ass, squeezing it and groaning again. He was a lot noisier than you would have guessed, most of the men you had been with before typically held back in that way, so this was an extremely welcome surprise.

Eager to see more of him, you started unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you. He watched you, just watched, eyes roving across your chest, heaving under the lacy neckline, down to your hands, back up to your face. You barely got the last button undone before he had pulled you back in for a kiss, then quickly shifted his focus to your neck, mouthing down one side and up the other, his beard tickling your sensitive skin. Your shirt had already ridden up most of the way so he just pushed it over your tits, cupping a hand over each one and massaging gently, almost as if he were examining you, until he pulled away to get a better look, his brows knitting together at the sight. At the last second, you had put on one of your sexiest pieces, more lace than bra, a "you never know" sort of decision.

"I thought you said you weren't looking to go home with anyone?" He teased, quirking an eyebrow.

"I wasn't...but my friend insisted I wear it just in case...I'm glad I listened."

"Me too."

He boyishly wiggled his eyebrows at that, and you couldn't help but giggle, tugging your shirt the rest of the way off. As he slid one strap off your shoulder he sank down lower against the couch, angling to rub against your heat. Momentarily distracted from his previous mission, he wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you even closer to him, humping against you with his head resting between your tits. His grip relaxed as you maneuvered to undo the clasp at the back, flinging it to the side as he composed himself, breathing deeply and turning his attention towards your exposed breasts.

He exhaled, hot air teasing you as he hesitated, big brown eyes peering up at yours through his lashes. As much as you wanted to have him inside of you already, the look on his face was hungry for this, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, clearly waiting for permission. You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to his mouth with a whimper, and he acquiesced, flattening his tongue against your nipple and dragging it roughly upwards before diving back in, sucking as he swirled the tip of his tongue firmly against the peak. Your eyes fluttered shut, the heat in your belly surging at the sensation. His face was pressed so deeply into your breast tissue, part of you wondered if he could even breathe, a question quickly answered by the grunts that slipped out as he chased you even deeper.

His beard had started to agitate the sensitive skin that would surely sting in the morning, but for now it only accentuated the gentle pleasure he was stirring up with his surprisingly adept tongue. Carefully pulling your nipple between his teeth, he rolled it gently, shifting his jaw before scraping roughly, more playful than anything but it still sent a shock up your spine, a breathy yip jumping from your throat. He pulled his face back slightly, giving himself room to gaze up at you as he continued his ministrations, and your throat caught at the view. His big brown eyes were stretched wide to reach yours amidst the close proximity, a very youthful look despite the deep wrinkles forged by decades of stressful shifts. His pupils were blown but locked onto yours, drinking in every little sound he could pull from you.

With his mouth still attached, he slipped his thumb between where his lips were connected to you, replacing his tongue before removing his mouth entirely, catching his breath for only a second before resuming on the other side, not once breaking eye contact. Usually that much attention felt too intense, like you were being challenged to not look away, but from him it seemed more observational, watching your reactions and adjusting accordingly, or simply enjoying the show for himself. Despite the act typically being no more than foreplay in your experience, he was working at it like he wanted to make you cum from sucking at your tits alone. He was relentless, unable to pick a favorite side, and his groaning tipped you off to the fact that he was clearly getting something out of it as well. Overwhelmed in the best way, you started to feel a bit dizzy as all your blood seemed to drain downwards, your clit throbbing almost painfully. You rested your head on his as you grind yourself down onto his slacks, the looser material failing to mask how hard he already was. You whined at the feeling, no longer satisfied by what you could feel fully clothed. As if he could read your mind, his hand trailed down your side and slid underneath your skirt.

"Poor girl, you really this worked up?"

"Robbyyyy..."

Pulling you back in for a kiss, he pushed your panties to the side, sliding one broad finger inside. Growling into your mouth at how you gushed around him, he shoved his middle finger in soon after. He didn't tease, but he didn't quite give you what you wanted yet either, familiarizing himself with the feeling of you, how you melted as he massaged your front wall. He pushed his wrist up so that you could grind your clit against the heel of his palm, and seemed pleased with how your moans pitched up at the adjustment. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out, twisting and scissoring them before adding a third. Your hips rolled languidly, not exactly matching his rhythm but just desperate to move after how much he had been working you up. He returned his mouth to your neck, licking at your collarbone and kissing his way towards nowhere in particular, weaving a path wherever he could reach. It was sloppier than before, his breathing more ragged against your throat. You were suddenly aware that his other hand wasn't on you anymore, peeking down revealed he had started to palm himself over his pants as you rocked yourself against his fingers. Your hips stuttered at the sight, and you prayed for the image to be burned permanently into your retinas. But as hot as it was, it was also unacceptable. He gave a startled Hey as you swatted his hand away, but grabbed your wrists as you tried to undo his belt buckle.

"You don't have to do that, angel."

You pouted defiantly.

"Yeah I know I don't have to, but I really want to? Please?"

He swallowed thickly, nodding, letting you unzip his pants before lifting his hips to shove them off his thighs.

Fuck.

You were by no means inexperienced...but it was by far the biggest dick you'd seen in person. Shock quickly ramped up into excitement at the idea of taking him. You spit into your palm and he let out a defeated huff as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. Barely applying any pressure on the first stroke, you slid your hand to the tip, running your thumb across his slit to gather the precum that had been gathering there. His head sunk down to rest against your shoulder- now closer to your ear, you could hear the faintest whining from behind his tightly pressed lips as you pumped your fist, twisting slightly on each downstroke. You found yourself wondering how long it had been since he last had this. If he was as busy as Jack usually was, it could have been months. Maybe he'd let you change that from now on.

You slowed your motions, and nudged his cheek with your nose to get his attention. He lifted his head, eyes hazy but longing as they met yours.

"I wanna ride you."

"Mmm I have a condom in m-"

"I'm on the pill, I'm clean, I wanna...feel you."

"God, that's...shit, I just can't say no to you, angel."

As you lined him up, you took a second to catch your breath. You hadn't thought it possible for him to look any hotter but he surprised you again sitting here beneath you, shirt undone and framing his chest, softened but still maintaining functional muscle, heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed- or rather, his whole face was, eyes barely opened but trained on yours and his bottom lip caught between his teeth trying valiantly to stay quiet. His hands waited on your hips, fingers twitching eagerly. You wondered if you could make him beg, he looked damn close to it in this moment, lucky for him you didn't have the patience tonight. Even though you had been dripping onto him for these last few moments you took a second to swirl his tip around your entrance. You started to lower yourself slowly, not stopping until you were fully sat in his lap again. It just about knocked the wind out of you, even with the alcohol in your system loosening you up.

"You ok? How's it feel, angel?"

"Good, f-feels so...ah~ you're so big, never been filled like this..."

He rubbed his hand in circles on your lower back, and brought his other hand up to cradle your cheek, gently caressing with his thumb.

"You're doing so good- fuck, you feel so good."

Taking a few deep breaths, you tentatively rolled your hips. His breath hitched, and resumed deeper than before, his fingers flexing against you. He leaned in, attaching his mouth a few inches below your collarbone and sucking hard, lathing his tongue across the skin, sure to be purple by the time he was done. It was a feeble attempt to distract himself as you adjusted, you could feel his thighs flexed in restraint beneath you. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you lifted yourself back up so just his tip was inside. Sinking down faster this time, his hand shot up to cover his mouth as your movement ripped a groan from his chest. You leaned in, pressing a kiss against the new barrier.

"Well don't get shy on me now." You teased.

The hand covering his mouth slid up to run through his hair, peeling it from where sweat had stuck it to his forehead.

"Sorry, don't- fuck, don't wanna piss off the neighbors."

"Oh please, your walls can't be that thin. Plus...it's just really hot hearing you like that."

He hummed weakly, dropping his head to your shoulder.

"Can I fuck you now, please?"

He sounded so tortured, whether by what you said or what he needed, you weren't sure.

"Mhmm, please."

Without hesitating, he grabbed onto your hips, lifting you a bit before thrusting up to meet you. With your full weight crashing onto him you could feel him even deeper than before, and your head rolled back as you loudly moaned his name. You rocked against him, meeting his thrusts pounding into you.

"Can't believe- uhn~ How'd I get so lucky?"

Something in your chest fluttered at his words.

"You're kidding right? God- you're so hot it's actually kinda bullshit."

He laughed at that, but you still noticed his face somehow got even redder as he pulled you down to kiss your forehead.

"You're too sweet, kid."

He mumbled it so quietly you almost didn't hear it, but as you opened your mouth to respond, he slammed up into you, your words instead strangled into a cry of pleasure. After that his pace was brutal, desperately so. You tried to keep up with it but he was really doing most of the work, throwing you onto his cock again and again. You did your best to commit the sounds he made to memory, the breathy praises intermixed with grunts on every exhale. Neighbors be damned, his moans only encouraged yours as you rapidly approached your climax. He didn't skip a beat as it hit you, the overstimulation only adding to the pleasure. As your mouth fell open, he pulled your head down trying to muffle you against his shoulder as you cried out his name again and again. He only slowed a little once you had caught your breath.

"Where should I-"

"Inside, please Michael."

"Fu-"

He scrunched his eyes tightly, his groaning turned to more of a growl, throat hoarse from dehydration. Hips snapped into yours once, twice, before slowing to a roll as he emptied himself deep inside of you.

*BAM BAM BAM*

Sudden pounding on the wall from next door shook you both from your stupor. You couldn't help but laugh, and even as he shook his head in mock disapproval and shame, he couldn't fight the smile growing on his face.

"Sorry...kinda thought you were joking about the neighbors before."

"No, unfortunately not. Got my first noise complaint after trying to assemble a bookshelf my first week in this place. They're harmless enough though."

You both sat there, leaning against each other, only the sounds of your breathing filling the space around you now. He didn't even bother pulling you off of him, despite having fully softened, instead soothingly running his fingers through your hair. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, and the way your stomach flipped at the thought, you probably could have gone another round if not for the sudden drowsiness washing over you.

He had gotten you both cleaned up and let you borrow some old clothes to sleep in. Now you laid in his bed, facing each other and legs tangled together.

"So do you bring younger women home often, or am I just special?"

"Hah! You're a lot more than special, angel. I've never actually done this before...I really only went out to get Jack off my case, says I need to get out more when I have time off. He uh... he's actually the one who told me about that bar, any chance he knew you'd be there?"

"I may have mentioned it before, but it's not like I tell him where I'm at all the time... wouldn't put it past him though."

He chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll have to remember to thank him."

"I'm getting brunch with him on Sunday, I'm sure he wouldn't mind you joining."

"Great, maybe you'd let me take you to dinner tomorrow, on a real date? Then we can just drive together in the morning."

"Yeah, that'd be perfect."