Love Is Always Write Volume 4

her all the details and listened as she screamed in his ear. "And then we kissed."
    He had to move the phone away from his head. Grace had an ear piercing scream if the conditions were right. He put the phone back when things got quiet.
    "I'm getting ready to go out with him tonight. I'm going to his grand opening celebration dinner and then dancing." Owen smiled again. He looked at the clock across the room. He still had an hour to get ready.
    "Oh. My. God." she was saying over and over. "Oh, honey! I'll be at Organically Thrown tonight. I can't wait to see you together."
    "Grace," Owen hesitated. "Please, don't squee when you see us."
    "Owen Kennedy! I will be perfectly normal."
    "That's what I'm worried about," Owen laughed.
    "I love you," she said.
    "Love you, too." He hung up the phone.
    Owen took a shower and dried his hair. He watched the mirror as it cleared from the steam. He stared at his reflection. He smiled and then started laughing at himself, because he couldn't stop smiling.
    He debated on his briefs. He went for the Alexander McQueen's skull print. He tugged on his Levi's skinny jeans when he remembered his shirt was in the dryer. He jogged to the laundry room and opened the dryer. Thankfully, the shirt had dried. He went back to his room and looked at his cologne. He sprayed himself with Chanel Bleu. He turned his t-shirt right side out and slipped it over his head. It was a slim-fit, charcoal grey, V-neck. His new tattoo peeked out from underneath the shirt collar.
    He searched for shoes and a belt. He slipped his bare feet into a favorite pair of red, Tom Ford loafers. He cuffed his jeans and then slipped the belt through the loops. He stopped in front of his dresser and looked in the mirror. He picked up a favorite silver Mobius strip bracelet. His moms had bought it for him in Spain. He slipped it onto his wrist.
    It was too hot for a jacket, so he grabbed a fitted black dress shirt off a hanger. He stuffed one of his pockets with condoms. He grabbed his phone, wallet, keys, and filled his other pockets while running down the stairs. He stopped at the hall mirror and slipped his arms into the dress shirt. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. He smoothed the front of the shirt.
    He was as ready as he was going to be. He had fifteen minutes. No time to change his mind. Now that the chaos of getting dressed had worn off, he was nervous again. He raised his phone in the air and took a picture of his outfit. He sent it to Grace. He paced while he waited. His phone beeped. He read the overwhelming approval text.
    He stepped outside and locked the front door. He checked the time on his phone. Ten minutes. He had time to walk. One of the amenities of living in Wildwood was being able to walk everywhere.
    At six forty-five, he was standing in at the front door of The Hearty Boys Bakery. Most of the lights were off. The door was locked. He looked around to see if Chase was coming up the street. He saw lots of familiar faces heading inside Organically Thrown Pizza, but no Chase. He turned back around to knock on the door when a tall figure came from the kitchen. Owen took a deep breath as Chase came into view.
    "Sorry, I was on a business call," Chase held the door open. "I hope you weren't waiting long."
    "No, I just got here." Owen stepped inside.
    He turned and looked at Chase. And all he could think was, yummy. Chase was dressed in tight dark jeans, a fitted crisp white dress shirt, and a black suit jacket. Owen wanted to stare at him, as much as he wanted to peel every layer of clothing off of him. Owen let his gaze travel up to those dark chocolate eyes. Chase's smile lit up his whole face.
    He was checking Owen out too. "You look amazing, hot, sexy," Chase said and grabbed Owen. "It's going to be a long night."
    Owen felt like he was melting as Chase embraced him. He reached an arm up and wrapped it around Chase's neck. "You look as if you need to be undressed."
    "Later," Chase mumbled as his lips crashed against Owen's.
    When they separated, Chase cupped Owen's face. "Thanks for being my date tonight."
    Owen felt his throat tighten. He couldn't speak, so he nodded. Chase opened the front door. Owen walked outside and waited, while Chase set the alarm and locked up. Chase tossed an arm over Owen's shoulder, and they walked next door to Organically Thrown.
    Chase pulled the door open, and put his other hand on the small of Owen's back. Owen smiled at the gesture and walked inside. Then he was