Confounded: Part III - 5. Interlude

--==Tom’s POV==--

Great. Just great. I had to open my big yap again and say what I thought. Making my way to the toilets, my mind was going at a million miles a second. Why did he have to be so great, fuck.

I hadn’t expected this guy. Mitch. Ever since he walked in, I’d seen a man that became more and more attractive as the evening progressed. The flirting happened pretty quick, I just couldn’t help myself. I like what I see and I start that shit; I can’t stop when the response is so…good!
He was so different from when I’d known him years ago, when he was the enemy to my rebel. We never talked the way grownups do because I wasn’t one. I’d had no experience of real life yet, the ups and downs, bad days and struggling.

Now Mitch talked to me, spoke about what he thought, felt and gave his opinion on all sorts of topics that had passed by in the few hours we were here; the real Mitch and man; he was awesome! Goddamn easy to talk to for one; I'd divulged shit to him I hadn’t spoken to anyone about in years. The only other person who knew all of that was John and yet here I was, gushing like a new mom over a baby, telling all my secrets.

He really listened to what I had to say, sometimes watching me so intently with those slate-gray eyes that it felt he was looking deep inside me, searching for all there was to know or if there was more and drawing that out. It felt too close for comfort at times so I’d crack a joke or, as I’d done just now, try to say something negative like that damn beard, just to break the spell.

That bloody stubble of his was sexy as all hell. I might have told him that it made him look old but it was growing on me by the second. Truth? I wondered how that would feel if he kissed me. I bet it’d make my lips feel sore. Swollen and sore. I bet he was a good kisser, nice and forceful, leave his taste in my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered while relieving myself. “This is not a good idea. Don’t do it, Tomcat…he’s Kit’s dad. Uncle Tay’s husband.”
I repeated those last two in my head, just so I would make myself stop thinking how much I really liked him. Ah, nuts.

True to form, my mind immediately went to: ‘I don’t give a flying fuck who he is or was. He’s great and he’s still here. Maybe he’s interested. Find out?’

Finishing, I tucked myself in again and went to the sink to wash my hands. Luckily, I was alone in here because when I looked up and stared at myself in the mirror, I saw that my cheeks were a little flushed. Probably due to the wine. I grimaced at myself. Yeah, right.

Letting the tap run with cold water, I then splashed my face and the back of my neck to cool off a bit. When my heart was thumping steadily again, I blew out a breath. Fine. He probably thought I was too young for him anyway.

Almost immediately, my thoughts rebelled against that. Fuck that thinking! No one gets to judge except him and me. Why not let him make a move then. If he was interested in further contact, he could let me know that. And if not…well, I have a mouth. And I’ll bloody well use it.

Fuck you, Kit.