By some miracle, I make it up to my apartment without running into any of our neighbors. I’m so grateful that I don’t have to endure any judgmental looks while I have wild sex-hair and I’m naked underneath my robe.

The second I get my door shut I drop the the floor, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I bring my hand up to the corner of my mouth, feeling where Tyler’s lips were last. Did that really just happen? Did I really just get fucked into the mattress by Tyler Bozak? And then leave him hard and wanting like that?

Oh my god. I need a shower. I smell like sex and Tyler’s sheets and that just continues to fuel my panic.

I drop my robe straight into my laundry basket, because there’s no way I can wear that again until after it’s been washed, and head right for my shower. I take my time washing my hair, unknotting it where Tyler had messed it up with his strong fingers. I finally decide to get out after what feels like forever, but my head is still just as confused as it was when I got into the shower.

I pull on my favorite gray Leafs sweatpants and a black v-neck shirt, run my brush through my hair, and decide that I have got to eat something before I try to think hard about the situation.

But of course I won’t get that reprise from thinking because Tyler Fucking Bozak is standing at my stove when I turn the corner into my kitchen.

“Hey, Macy.” He says, looking almost a little guilty. “I- uh. I figured you’d be hungry so I’m making breakfast.”

I give him a skeptical look, but accept the plate he’s holding out for me. I’m impressed there’s scrambled eggs, bacon, and even sliced avocado. He sits next to me at the counter, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. We eat in silence, but every couple of minutes his thigh brushes up against mine and he risks a glance over at me. When I’m done, I carry my plate over to the sink, feeling his eyes burning a hole in my back.

“Why are you here?” I ask, gaining the confidence to speak from facing away.
“Why did you leave me on the verge of probably the best orgasm since my first?”

My plate slips out of my hand, clattering into the sink. I take a shaky breath.

“You called me up there to get rid of the bimbo in your bed. I did that. And then I left.”
“But….” I can practically hear the indignant child in his head.
“That’s it, Bozak. My job was to get rid of your slut, not to give you an orgasm. If you wanted a morning cumshot you should have just fucked your guest again.”
“Hey!” He says forcefully, scraping the chair against the floor. I turn to face him, anger written on my face.
“Am I supposed to be grateful or something? Feel lucky that I got to have Tyler Bozak’s dick inside me? Fall at your feet and beg for more? Fuck that.”
“Macy, I don’t want that from you! I know you’re not that kind of girl!”
“Oh wow!” I scoff. “Good to know I’m not actually good enough for you.”
“That’s not what I meant!” He tries. “I don’t want a one night stand with you! I just-”

He makes an annoyed sound before crossing the kitchen in three giant steps. His hands are suddenly cupping my face and his body is trapping me against the counter. He catches my gaze for just a moment before his lips are attached to mine with such force that I have to gasp. He takes advantage of my open lips to press his tongue into my mouth. For a moment, it’s just as forceful as the initial kiss but then— then something changes. Tyler pulls back a little, one hand sliding back to support the back of my head. He’s kissing me almost passionately now, and I feel myself falling into the rhythm with him. My hands reach up to rest on his chest as we intimately explore each other through teeth and tongue.

But— but wait. I can’t. I can’t have Tyler the way I want. We all know he’s just not that kind of guy. And I can’t let myself fall further into his trap. I have to put a stop to this.

“No.” I declare, forcefully pushing him away from me.
“Why not?” He asks, looking like a kicked puppy. His lips are red and swollen.
“Because I’m not just another one of your real-life sex toys!” I explain, exhaustedly. “I’m not going to be that to you. The chick you come home to after a long roadie where you’ve fucked a different girl in each city. I’m worth more than that, Tyler!”

I thought he looked like someone kicked his puppy before, but I was wrong. Now he really looks like it.

“Macy, that’s not at all what this is.” He says, shaking his head. “You’re-- you’ve always been more to me than that.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.” I snort, looking down at my feet. I shake my head. “Using me to get rid of your bunnies and having the balls to actually go as far as to fuck me just to get rid of one.”
“I know. I-I’m sorry.” I risk a glance at his face and he does look sincere. “Macy, seriously. I’m so sorry for treating you like that. I’ve always thought you weren’t interested in me. Which really sucks because I am so in to you it’s ridiculous. You usually like wholesome Canadian men, like Toews. But then I saw how into it you were, laying under me. Sex is… sex is something I’m actually good at. So I knew I could show you how good I can be. How well I can take care of you. And yeah, maybe I’m not the one-girl kind of guy. But you make me want to be.”

In some bizarre way, I understand what he’s saying. He’s wrong in that I’ve always been interested in him. But I understand. Tyler has always struggled with his self esteem. Especially with the Toronto media constantly up his ass about production.

“Ty… You’re more than capable of being a wholesome Canadian man. You just choose not to be.” I declare.
“I don’t know how. I’ve never done it before.” He admits. “But maybe you could help me?”
“I don’t-” I suck in a breath, not sure how to proceed.

Tyler closes the space between us slowly. His large hands pick up mine, bringing them together in front of his chest. I can’t help but look up into his face.

“Macy… Help me learn how to be good.” He almost begs.
“Tyler.” I almost sigh. He lays my left hand over his heart and cups my chin with his now free hand. His thumb caresses my cheek and he drops his forehead so it’s touching mine. Our noses are almost touching, and our breathing has matched up to each other’s. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his even if I tried.
“Give me a chance.” He whispers.

Instead of saying a word, I respond by shifting up on my toes and pressing my lips to his. I take the time to leave my lips on his softly at first, and I’m aware now of the softness and fullness that he has going on. Our heads turn and he gently presses me back into the counter behind me. Both of his hands make their way to my hips, snaking around my ass and lifting me up without breaking our kiss. He places me on the counter and spreads my legs, settling his weight between them. Before things can get hot and heavy between us again, Tyler pulls away and rests his head on my shoulder instead.

“I want to do this right.” He mumbles into my shirt.
“Okay.” I respond, running my fingers through his hair.
“You make it so hard, Macy. I want everything about you. But I have to do this right.” I don’t even hesitate before placing a kiss on his forehead. It just feels natural. “Can I take you to lunch after practice?”
“Yeah.” I breathe out. I feel him sigh against my shirt. “That sounds nice.”
“Cool.” He lifts his head to smile at me. “I’ll come pick you up.”

Tyler captures my lips with his again, sliding my body back down to the ground. I feel him slide hard against my thigh, and for a moment I consider dragging him into my bedroom and locking the door. Now that I know I can have all of him- body and soul- it’s like my mind can’t help but replay this morning’s events over again and wonder how much better it will be now that there’s more between us. But I know he’s right. We have to do this the right way.

“Have a good practice.” I smile up at him.
“I most definitely will.” He responds. “I’ll let you know when I’m leaving to come get you, okay?” I nod and he leans in to kiss me again, sweet pecks that are filled with endearment. “I’ll see you later.”

I watch as he shows himself to my front door, checking back on me every couple of feet. As soon as he’s into the hallway and my door shuts, I bury my face in my hands and let out a hysterical giggle.

“What did I just get myself into?” I ask my empty kitchen. I shake my head with a fond smile and turn my attention to cleaning up the kitchen. I only have a couple hours before my first date.

Notes

It's been so long. I'm sorry friends. I'm having a rough go of it lately.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Keep the love coming, because I definitely need it.