A week passes, much slower than it normally would, even though I visit the cake shop every chance I get. I told Luc I plan to take my time with him, but man... it’s a challenge. Between the flirting and the kissing, the way he’s always touching me, and how he looks, he’s not making things easy. Man, his looks. I get a little turned on just from staring at him, and when he uses that sharp tongue of his to tease or challenge me... it’s absolutely killing me. How I’ve kept myself from tearing his apron off and fucking him on the floor of the cake shop is beyond me.
Well, maybe it’s not. I’m not an animal, and I can control myself, especially when I remember I want this to be something long-term and not just a quick hookup. I want to keep dating him and perhaps one day be in a committed relationship with him. But that doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to getting physical, or that I’ll ignore the signs that he wants it too.
“Let’s say, for argument’s sake, that I consider our visit to the club a date, that would make the next one our third, right?”
“Oui,” he replies. He’s standing behind the counter in the shop, currently boxing up several cakes for an order. “Pourquoi?”
“Well, because... some people have sex after the third date.”
He pauses his work and stares at me. Then, several seconds later, he blushes and shifts his weight. Goodness, he’s adorable like this, but also... maybe that means I took it too far?
“I’m not saying we should do that,” I quickly add. “But we should do something to make it special, don’t you think? What do you want to do, gorgeous?”
That causes him to relax a little. He smiles and shakes his head. “Non, c’est à toi, Cody.I came up with the last one. It’s your turn.”
Goodness, the way he says my name sends a rush straight through me. I clear my throat, trying to relax. “Alright, fair enough. Do you like spas?”
“Spas?”
“Yes, spas. You know, the places with thermal pools, jacuzzis, saunas, and the like.”
“Aren’t people usually naked?”
“Yes, we’ll be very naked.” I give him the cheekiest smirk I can muster and slowly look him up and down, biting my lip. “But isn’t that a plus?”
He blushes even harder and almost drops the cake box he’s holding. This time, I’m positive I took it too far. Honestly, I don’t understand him sometimes. He’s always acting so confident, almost cocky. From what he told me, he was kissing people all the time before we met, and often he looks ready to rip my clothes off. But then, when I hint at him actually doing so, he immediately gets embarrassed and shuts down. Why is that? What am I missing? Am I doing something wrong?
He shakes his head quickly, avoiding my gaze as he returns to work. “I don’t do spas. Think of something else.”
“Okay, no problem. Uhm...” I rack my brain, trying to think of something. “Do you like boat trips? There’s a boat tour down the river through the city. I’ve been wanting to do it, but I’d be surrounded by tourists, and I don’t want to do it alone.”
His expression turns mischievous. “You have no one else who wants to go on a boat with you?” he says mockingly in that heavy French accent that always makes my blood flow faster.
“Let’s say, for argument’s sake,” I reply, deliberately repeating my words from just now. “That I don’t.”
He stares at me, studying me. “I don’t believe it’s just for ‘argument’s sake.’ You actually have no one who’ll go with you, do you?” He chuckles, not waiting for my answer. “But alright.The tours run every hour, so we should be able to make it. And maybe a quick lunch after?”
I nod. “Sounds great, but no rush. Just whenever you have time.”
He smirks. “Don’t act like you’re not desperate to go on this date with me, and on this boat trip. You actually can’t wait, can’t you?”
I laugh. “Guilty.”
“D’accord, I’ll finish this and close the shop for a few hours. I can get away with that... I think. But after, I’ll have to hurry back and reopen.”
The prospect excites me. Okay, so the fact that he needs to go back to work immediately after means no sex, but still, I’m really looking forward to this third date.
***
Luckily for me, the weather is nice and the boat is tiny, meaning that it’s loaded to the brim with tourists and Luc has to press himself against me for everyone to fit. It’s very tight, but I don’t mind. On the contrary, I wrap my arm around him and pull him even closer. And when I do, I find that he smells sweet—like vanilla and warm sugar with a trace of cocoa in the mix—layered over the faint salt of sweat from working. It’s intoxicating, and oh, I could get used to this.
The tour is interesting enough. The guide, who’s also the skipper, tells us in French and English about the sights along the Seine River. We see old merchants’ houses, stone bridges arched low over the water, and the remnants of medieval walls that once guarded the city.
It’s nice, and I’ve been wanting to do this tour, but now that I’m here, I’m more interested in the company—the cute boy leaning against me who smells like the most amazing mixture of salt and sweet. And once again, before I can stop myself, I remember this is our third date and the implications of it. Maybesomething could still happen, who knows? The cake shop has a back room after all, and before I know it, I start picturing it. Us alone in that room, him sitting on the counter with my cock jammed in his ass, whimpering and moaning my name...
Not now, I mentally say to my dick, as I already find myself stiffening at the thought of having sex with him. Not the time. I don’t know when it will happen, but it probably won’t be today. All I can do is hope it’ll be soon.
I force myself to calm down by listening to the skipper talk about student houses beside the river. With the sun on my face, a warm body pressed against mine, and a boat rocking me, I soon start to feel sleepy. The only thing keeping me awake is the skipper talking as he maneuvers the ship along the docks, doing his best to avoid hitting other boats. Well, that and the fact that I shouldn’t fall asleep on a date, especially not since it’s with Luc.
