Lumi: How are you feeling?
Me: Like I’m about to make a huge, huge mistake.
It takes a beat for a reply to come through.
Todd: Are we calling his dick a mistake now?
Me: Oh my God, Todd! That’s not what I meant.
Lumi: You listen to me, Isaac. Are you listening?
Lumi: Isaac!
Me: Jesus, I’m listening.
Lumi: You deserve happiness. And that can come in any form. So get your fucking father’s voice out of your head, and sit on that goddamn massive mistake!
I groan, even as I type furiously back.
Me: I’m not riding the man next to a pastrami sandwich, for fuck’s sake.
Todd: See, now I’m confused. Because you both seem to be calling his dick a mistake.
Me: It’s not a mistake!
Lumi: Damn right it isn’t. Ride it, babe. Ride it hard.
“You two have lost the damn plot!” I hiss.
“I hear talking to yourself is what all the greats do.”
“Jesus fuck,” I growl at Trevor, my heart trying to beat outside my chest. “Do you have to be so…sneaky?”
Hewatches me calmly, amusement lighting his dark eyes. “I walked up quite slowly. I even waved to try to get your attention first.”
“Well…next time try a bullhorn. And holyfuck, that’s not a turtleneck.”
No, Trevor is wearing a deep-cut V-neck sweater that looks painfully soft to the touch, the dark crimson color a stark contrast to the black tattoos covering his chest and neck. It takes me a second to bring my stare back to his face.
Trevor’s mouth is set in a small smile. “I think you like the tattoos.”
“I think your uncle is very talented,” I reply, clearing the hoarseness from my voice. “Shall we?”
With an amused hum, Trevor waves me toward the front of the sandwich shop. He grabs the door for me, holding it open, chivalry in a devilish bodysuit. I let out a quiet breath as we approach the counter, my eyes snagging on the pastrami sandwich option before skittering away.
Trevor insists on buying, as the date was his idea. Which only serves to remind me that’s what this is.
A date.
I have to forcibly calm myself as we head toward an open table in the corner near the front windows. The shop is mostly empty, just employees and a lone diner at the other end of the space.
Honesty. Just be honest.
I can do that. No big deal.
Fuck, it’s such a big deal.
“You seem nervous,” Trevor notes, his voice low.
