Author's note: part thirty seven is told from Jack's perspective.
All characters are over 18
I left my last class and met Kyle by the car. I picked him out immediately. He stood out in his white chef shirt. God, he looked good.
I kissed him as I approached. "Mmm. You taste good." I said to him.
"BΓ©arnaise sauce." He said matter of fact. "We had a test on sauces today."
"I'll bet you aced it because you're saucy." I said and kissed him again. He snickered at that. He always laughed the same when I was being silly and I loved it.
"How was your class?" He asked me.
"Fine. We're studying the 'great American novel', if there is such a thing." I said dismissively.
"There will be when you write it." He said with a smile. I wish I were as confident as him in my writing.
"I'm too distracted to write a novel. That's a huge commitment." I said sullenly. "I need inspiration."
"You could write about how good your boyfriend is at sex." Kyle said with a sly grin.
"So, an encyclopedia then?" I joked. Kyle was prodigious as far as sex was concerned.
"I was thinking more like Lord of the Rings, but about sex." He said smugly.
"What's the ring in this story, your cock?" I shot back.
"Don't ruin the ending." He said and kissed me again. I loved how quick and clever he was, and how fucking sexy. "Let's go home so you can polish the ring."
"Oh, my favorite thing to polish." I told him and punctuated it with a kiss. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" I asked my boyfriend.
"Yes, but tell me anyway." He said back to me, his eyes were moist as they often were when we talked about our feelings.
"I love you so much that I can't stand it sometimes. The feeling is so big that I feel like my heart isn't enough to contain it." I said and held him close.
"Oh, Jack. I feel the same." He said with a sniff. We held each other in the parking lot, not caring at all what anyone might think.
I kissed Kyle softly and we got in the car for the drive home. Kyle sweetly held my hand as he drove us home. We covered the trip in good time and pulled into the garage.
"Any thoughts on what you want for dinner tonight?" My boyfriend asked me. I didn't think I'd ever get tired of the fact that Kyle loved to cook for me, for all of us really.
"I could murder a burger. I have a craving for meat." I said letting the double entendre land, knowing that he would take the bait, as he always did.