He peers up at me, and I already know his answer before he says anything. “I’d love to, but I gotta FaceTime my mom tonight, and I have to be up early in the morning for a meeting with the manager of Product Development. But this weekend?”
Travis returns his attention to the TV, and I roll my eyes. He acts like he can’t FaceTime his mom here, or like staying here would make his drive to work any longer than it already is.
We watch another episode and give each other head before he goes home for the night, and I climb into bed, annoyed despite the orgasm I just had.
I don’t know when exactly I became the guy who was so adamant about a relationship, so pushy for that official status. It’s not who I am—and I haven’t been that guy for years—but with Travis, hooking up isn’t enough for me anymore. I want to hold his hand in public. I want him to not only tell people about me, but do so without being all grumbly about it. I want to cook him dinner every night and sleep with him in my arms. I want to claim him once and for all as mine for the entire world to see, and not just by way of hickeys on the neck.
I’ve been patient, but frankly, I’m tired of waiting. It’s time for me to take matters into my own hands and woo his ass.
I don’t really know what that entails yet, but I’ll figure it out. It’s about damn time Travis remembers that I get what I want, and what I want this time is all of him. Enough of this casual bullshit.
* * *
Woo him.
Those two words have haunted me for the last three days since they came to me. Given what I know about Travis’s past relationships, I know it needs to be something big to get his attention. Something to make him feel seen and special. Yet, knowing that and actually figuring out how to follow through with it are two very different things. Annoyingly, I was coming up blank, up until yesterday morning when something clicked into place.
A tidbit of information I remember Travis telling me that I could definitely use towoo him. Which is why I stand outside of Travis’s door, early as fuck on a Saturday morning, raising my fist up to knock, with, what I think is, a great fucking plan in my arsenal.
When the door swings open and Travis appears before me, he’s in pajama pants and a black tee, his hair disheveled, and pillow marks on the side of his face like he just woke up.
His brows pinch together as he takes me in. “Yes?”
“Come with me.”
“Huh?” Confusion really takes over his features now.
“Get dressed. I got somewhere for us to go.”
Travis glances over his shoulder, and for a moment, I think he may have someone inside. My stomach bottoms out until I realize he’s looking at the clock on the microwave. “It’s barely seven in the morning,” he groans, peering back over at me. “I’m gonna need a little fucking more from you than‘come with me.’”
I roll my eyes, my frustration growing. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but you clearly suck at those, so I’m taking you snowboarding.”
His eyes widen a fraction, and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow. “Snowboarding?”
“Yes,cariño.” I blow out a sigh. “Snowboarding. Now, can we get a move on? It’s like a four-hour drive.”
Travis watches me silently for a moment. What I wouldn’t give to know what’s running through his mind. Finally, he pops his hip out, crossing his arms over his chest as he blurts out, “Mateo, I can’t just leave town on a whim with zero notice. What about Nova? I can’t leave her home by herself all day.”
“Will you chill the fuck out?” I hiss. “I asked your sister to come hang out with her today.”
He blinks hard once.
Twice.
“My… my sister?”
“Yes, you know… Charlotte.”
I can practically see the wheels turning in his head, and if I wasn’t so annoyed with how long he’s taking, I’d laugh.
“How do you know my sister?”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I mutter, “I got her number from Xander. Now, can we fucking go?”
“Xan—”
“Travis!”
