Excerpt: When the Truth can cost you Everything.

A flirtatious grin appeared on his face when he looked back from the drink to me and I could practically see the wheels clicking into place before the words flowed from between his lips, the nerves obvious in his voice but were quickly obsolete to me when i heard his accent flowing like melted chocolate from between his lips. Oh...my....god, that is so hot.
"Yeah...sorry about that. I didn't mean to interrupt you two. I was just...yeah. Thank you for the drink. I’m Manfred, Manfred Boelcke."
My gaze grazed over the hand he offered me, in a way that told me Ceri was right in assuming he was a business man, like it was a natural reflex. Still I wasn’t actually used to having someone want to shake my hand when they first met me. Usually all they wanted was to shove their tongue in my mouth or start some provocative dance which would get me to give in to my body’s urge. Still despite the urge inside me that said kiss him or touch him somewhere more interesting, I slid my hand into his, biting my lip in a coy way I slid a little closer to him so my lips were so close to his ear I could have brushed them against his earlobe.
“Nice to meet you Manfred. I'm Aspen." I whispered, in a way that caused my breath to teasingly brush against the side of his neck which usually made people shudder or move so the gap between us was closed and my lips were there on their skin. I watched his reaction and saw his body jerk a little like a chill had just run up and down his spine. Nice to know he wasn’t completely immune to my charms after all.
When i pulled back a little i could see his lips parted like he wanted to say something, to correct my belief that he was gay, which could I see it was written all over his face and i was going to kill Ceri if he was right. I would so much rather not have to hand over twenty pounds to him at that moment. Yet it was like there was something that stopped him which at that moment i could read just by looking at his features. Like despite how straight and narrow he was he wanted to try something different with someone who didn’t give a shit what people thought. Which only scratches the surface with me but he wouldn’t get to know that until things had progressed between us.
I’d be lying if i didn’t say that that split second is what changed everything in my life. The moment where I went from being a guy with a fairly good life, family and friends who loved him to a guy destined to be the candle which was blown out years before the wax had even melted. But despite everything i never blamed him for it and would gladly do it all over again.
After a few minutes of the impending silence, I took a sip of my dink and turned back to him see his face was now a lot closer to mine than it had been. His gaze was locked with mine so i could see the determination tinted with curiosity swimming in the darkness of his eyes, our noses only had a small millimetre gap between them which was the only thing separating our lips. I knew for some it would be an unnerving situation but he didn’t shy again, another flirtatious yet sly grin appearing on his lips as he spoke again. This time he said something i wasn’t expecting but it definitely was a welcome compared to the rejection I’d been waiting for.
"Lovely name, but you might want to give me a reason to remember it."
I raised an eyebrow but let a smug grin appear on my face which i knew Ceri could probably see and sure enough I heard the inevitable thud as his forehead hit the bar in defeat. God I love that sound.
"Oh really? And what do you suggest I should do huh? Because something tells me half the things on my mind would probably have you blushing, which you look adorable doing."
I said softly, not moving my gaze from Manfred’s in a hypnotising kind of way as i removed my hand from my glass and softly grazed the pads of my fingers against his cheek to get a little closer while still giving Manfred the option to tell me to shove off. Yet it seemed that wasn’t on the card’s in Manfred’s mind at all and I felt like doing an embarrassing dance at the mere knowledge but had kept my cool, tracing his cheekbones with the pad of my thumb softly as I waited for him to reply.