“Is that you saying you don’t want to be exclusive? I can’t do that, Ryo. When I wanna date someone, I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching them.” I picked up my knife to twirl it again. “In fact, the thought really fuckin’ pisses me off.”
His mouth dropped open before he snapped his lips shut. “You don’t even know me. Why are you threatening this imaginary person and worrying about being exclusive already?”
He really did seem puzzled.
Poor guy didn’t know I had a major crush on him.
Placing the knife back on the table, I leaned forward. “If you’re willing to see if we could be a match, I’d like for neither of us to look at, date, or touch someone else.”
Just the thought of someone stroking his smooth skin had my gut burning.
“Are you willing, Ryo?”
“Willing to… what? See each other for dinners like we are now?”
“That and more. I want to cook for you. I want to come to your place. I want to kiss you, hug you, and eventually do all the things with you that could make a baby.”
An abrupt laugh left him before choking it back.
I beamed.
He glared and cleared his throat while straightening the sleeves of his jacket. “Yes, well, are you asking me to make a decision now?”
“Maybe by the end of dinner.”
He nodded stiffly. He was so uptight. I couldn’t wait to see him come undone by my hands.
“Thanks, by the way,” I added.
“For what?”
“For staying to eat with me.”
He hummed under his breath before he picked up his water and took a sip.
“Do you want a soda instead? Or juice?” I offered.
“No. Thank you.”
“I didn’t tell you when you arrived, but you look amazing.”
Holy shit. There was a blush blooming over his smooth cheeks.
Be still my corrupt heart.
He was starting to fall for me.
Smirking, I asked, “What about me?”
His brows pinched. “What about you?”
“Do I look good enough to eat?”Because you can eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.Though, I’d much rather do the eating when it came to Ryo.
Christ, the thought of him losing his composure on my tongue was a punch of desire straight to my cock.
His gaze ran over me slowly, and I had the feeling he was trying to make me uncomfortable, but it didn’t work. If anything, his appraisal filled me with smugness.
He really did want me. There was a spark in his eyes. Or he could just want to choke me, which I’d be down for too.
