Yale wasn’t trying to be an ass. He really wasn’t. “What do you mean someone signed for it yesterday? I wasn’t even here yesterday.” The person from the shipping company on the other end of the line fed him more bullshit about someone at his address signed for the package he was expecting. “But, I’m telling you I wasn’t here! I was out of town yesterday. There was no way I signed for anything.”
A knock at his door pulled Yale’s attention. He stomped over and wrenched his door open. His not-so-nice greeting died on his tongue when he spotted his neighbor from across the hall, York, standing there holding a package.
The woman on the line kept babbling but Yale wasn’t paying attention anymore. “Hi.”
“Ello.” York held up the package. “I hope you don’t mind,” York’s British accent sent a shiver down his spine, he had a thing for accents, “but you weren’t available yesterday so I signed for your parcel.”
“Oh, thanks.” York hung up the phone and just stared.
York rocked on his feet and drummed his fingers on the box. “So, would you like it now?”
Yale blinked. Yes, he would like it. He would like it all over his apartment. He eyed the box containing his purchase. He hoped to God the box didn’t start vibrating or something embarrassing like that. “The table is fine.” The table would be perfect. Fucking-A he needed to get laid.
York smiled and walked the few feet to the table. Once he placed the box on the table he slid his hands into his back pockets. “Well that’s that then.” He walked back into the hall and turned around. “Have a good day.” He gave a small wave then disappeared into his apartment.
Yale shivered and moved to close the door. He wasn’t sure if he truly was attracted to his neighbor or if he just wanted a good fucking. How bad was that?
York’s door opened. He came up short when he saw Yale still in the doorway. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous but would you care to have a coffee with me?”
“I would really like that.” Yale was a little stunned and surprised York had asked him out.
“Excellent. Tomorrow, then?”
He nodded. “Pick me up at four?”
Yale winked and backed into his apartment a little. “Sure thing since I know where you live. ‘Til tomorrow.” Yale disappeared inside his apartment once again and York finally shut the door as well. He leaned against the door and blew out a long breath.
Did York just ask him out and did he really say yes? He thought about it and pinched himself. Nope, not dreaming.
What was he going to wear?