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Adam was laying his head on Jordan’s shoulder, playing with the sheet, covering them both. He could feel Jordan’s chest expanding with each steady breath, and his heartbeat, matching Adam’s. Moonlight and streetlight laminated the room enough for him to see the content expression on his lover’s face, when he lifted his head.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m sleeping in, since it’s Saturday and I have nowhere to hurry to.” Jordan grinned when Adam winced, remembering the ungodly hour, for a weekend, that he had to leave the bed. “I have to pick up Bagheera from the clinic around noon. And I have tickets for the Liverpool’s game in the afternoon.”
“Pretty packed up, huh?”
“Well, I’m used to having my weekend to myself.”
Adam’s heart sunk low and he started lowering his head back to Jordan’s shoulder, but the blond lifted his chin and kissed his nose, tenderly.
“Hey, that was a statement, not an accusation. I could rearrange my schedule, so that we could spend some time together.”
“No, you don’t have to. But, maybe, I can take you out to dinner?”
“Take me out?” Jordan lifted an eyebrow. “Like, somewhere different from your place?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be exactly a date, if it’s in the restaurant again, would it? You’ve mentioned you like Chinese, so I’ve been thinking to take you to the best Chinese restaurant in the city.” After second of hesitation Adam added. “Thinking about it for quite some time, actually.”
“Chinese? Don’t you consider this junk food or something?”
“Not if it’s made properly.” The brunet smiled cheekily. “Plus, it’s OK every once in a while. Don’t want to ruin your taste for good food.”
“All right, dinner it is, then. At least we’ll spend the evening together.”
“Hey, if you’ll miss me that much I can come to your Sunday game in the park.”
“Won’t that mean you’ll be away from the restaurant for too long?” Jordan teased, trying to keep the hope away from his voice and face.
“Sundays are slow and the crew will handle the day without me. I haven’t played for more than a year and I actually miss it.”
“Oh? In that case you’re going in Philippe’s team.”
Jordan’s giggle turned in to yelp when Adam poked him in the ribs, before they burst in to a laugh together. The blond was still shiny-eyed and a little pink, when Adam kissed him deeply.
“You said you want it all. So do I.”
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Jordan stormed through the door and practically ran to the bar, wearing the biggest grin he could manage.
“We won! You should have seen Mane’s second goal! Pure brilliance!”
Adam beamed back at him, infected with enthusiasm.
“So, it was a good game?”
“Amazing! We cheered, we sang, we jumped, and now I’m starving.”
“Shall we go, then?” Adam took his hand and turned to Emre. “Tell Studge to check the kitchen properly, before locking up, and to let Ingsy know that I’m not coming early tomorrow.”
Emre just stared at him wide-eyed, so Jordan elaborated.
“He’s coming to our Sunday match. Will you be there?”
“Yeah…” mumbled the bartender. “Phil and I are meeting for a coffee before it.”
“Oh, OK.” Adam winked at him and tugged at Jordan’s hand. “I’ll be answering my phone only for real emergencies tonight, so, if the restaurant doesn’t catch fire, I’ll see you in the morning.”
They rushed out of the door, giggling, at the same time Studge walked out of the kitchen. The manager took one look at Emre, still wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and frowned at the door.
“What?”
Emre cleared his throat, before grinning.
“You’ll never believe what just happened!”