Foxx flinched slightly at a soft brush against this hand, his eyes widening when a firm hand wound with his. His gaze snapped towards Harlow, and then down at their entwined fingers.
“What?” Harlow asked, his brow raised. “What’s with that look? Can’t I hold your hand?”
“If you start trying to be overly sweet to me, I may gag.”
“Don’t worry, brat, I’d never.” Harlow chuckled. “So…that was pretty hot, having sex in that house.”
Foxx snorted.More like twisted, he thought. Though…well…it had been hot. Foxx had been very turned on, there was no denying that. It probably should concern him that he’d been so turned on by having sex surrounded by dead, mutilated bodies and non-sexual body fluids. Though, he supposed, as a vampire, blood could be very sexual…
Harlow cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’m…new at this… Ugh, so…well, just…”
His brow rose upon seeing the slight flush on the man’s cheeks… The human, honestly, looked…uncomfortable. But then, being uncomfortable with any sort of emotion did generally describe Harlow, so… What the fuck was he getting himself into?
Well…the human did seem to be trying, right? Thus, the awkwardness.
“New to this, as in, you have never dated anyone before, right?”
“Pretty much. So, I may fuck up…a lot, with my words. But I won’t sleep around, and you won't, and well…” Harlow trailed off before sighing. “You’re not still going on that date with Iggy, are you?”
Foxx chuckled. “No, I’m not going on a date with Iggy. I was never going on a date with Iggy. Alastair was pushing it, and I lied to get him to leave me alone. But when I tried to tell you that, you jumped in with the dating thing.”
Harlow frowned. “Ahh…”
“What? Regret asking now?”
“No. You’re mine, so us dating makes sense.”
Yep, that sentence wasn’t psychotic at all, he thought with an eye roll.
“Okay…well then, just keep doing what you are doing, but add in dates, remembering my birthday and anniversaries, and we’ll be good.”
Harlow smirked. “I can do that.” The smirk fell. “Wait…what time was it when you said yes? Was it yesterday, or was it the day before yesterday?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does if you want me to remember our anniversary.”
Foxx giggled. “Based on us racing the sun on our way back, I’m pretty sure it was past midnight. So yesterday.”
“Okay, yesterday it is. March 20th is our official anniversary.” The man turned to him, and with his face as serious as can be, he asked, “What do you want for our first anniversary?”
For some reason, the question both baffled him, yet also made his heart flutter, which was stupid. “Harlow, our relationship is barely twenty-four hours old.”
“Yes, but I think… I could, potentially, suck at picking out gifts.”
Foxx bit his lip and held back his laugh. “Potentially, huh?”
“Maybe…”
“Just buy me something cute.”
“I may find you cute, but what you find cute, and what I find cute is most likely vastly different.”
“Just buy something as cute as me then,” Foxx drawled, before huffing. “Also, I believe I’ve already said that you aren’t allowed to call me cute.”
“I feel that as your boyfriend now, I should be allowed to call you cute, amongst other things.”
Foxx went total deer in headlights at the word ‘boyfriend’, his cheeks heating as his heart once again fluttered. Oh fuck, he had really done it. He was dating Harlow.
