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“I could eat.”
His face falls a bit at my response. It’s like he thought I would be overjoyed. I refuse to fake it, especially when I can tell he’s keeping something from me. He basically said he was. Although I know that Stryker likes to keep things close to the vest, I still feel uneasy.
And I’m really kind of pissed that we didn’t go straight home. I would’ve loved to listen to him playing instead of being out eating like this.
Corrin taps my leg to get my attention. “Hey, are you Ok? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you didn’t do anything.” I worry admitting this much to him is dangerous. If he knows just how I am with Loveless, it could freak him out.
“But…”
“But it's odd that we’re going out to eat when you were talking about taking me back to the house to play music. I was really looking forward to that.”
There. I said what I needed to say. It’s not awkward. It’s honest.
His mouth curves wickedly. “You were excited to get me home?”
I shove his shoulder. “Don’t twist my words. I’m… a fan of your group. Of your band.”
Of you.
Best that I not say the last one. He doesn’t need to know just how deep the admiration runs.
“While I would love to go straight home and dive into the music, I know myself well enough to know that if I don’t eat now, I never will. I woke up late this morning and then your brother came out and tried to have a heart-to-heart with me.” he rolls his eyes, making him look a bit too much like Tennyson.
“A heart to heart?”
“Yeah. I think he’s hiding something. This co-worker space of his can’t be all that great to keep him longer than a normal nine to five. The Tennyson I know and love is very much about getting it done quickly so he can relax.”
I’m all over his words. He’s not wrong. My brother has been putting in more hours at the temporary office. He has a space he can use in the apartment; however, he finds himself growing bored at home. Creativity finds him when he's out and about more than it does in our small bedrooms.
Still, I can’t believe that he's using all this time to work. Corrin must be right. He’s hiding something.
It would also explain why he’s digging into Corrin’s life. He's trying to deflect.
“Ok then. We go eat, and after that, we can face the music,” I tell him.
He snorts. “I don’t know what I’m going to face the music for, but I’ll just plead my case to the judge, and I’m sure he’ll get me off.”
I don’t have time to be embarrassed at his word choice before he’s climbing out of the car and making his way around to me. Looks like another date. Are they dates? Or am I making this into something bigger than it needs to be?
All he did was drive me to school and walk me to class yesterday. But then he also came to my job to pick me up and spoke to my boss. And today he had a meeting and somehow managed to get me off work early.
Everything we do is just us. It doesn’t have to have a label like date or romance. What does it matter when it’s all fake anyway?
By the time we make it back to the apartment, I’m stuffed full of food and so is Corrin. We sampled a bit of everything they had in the restaurant. It wasn’t our intention, but when the chef found out Corrin was there, he insisted.
Now I feel like I need to be rolled into the living room from how much we consumed. Every bite tasted hand crafted to my likes. After an experience like that, I can see why everyone loves going there.
Though I know a big part of why it was so great had to do with the man I went with. Sure, the food is great all the time. The preferential treatment helped though.
“I wish I’d put on something looser before eating. I feel like I’m going to explode.” Corrin whimpers as he drops to the couch.
“Too full to play me the song?”
He scowls at my question. “Never! Hand me that beauty.” He nods to the corner where I see a baby blue guitar propped on a stand.
I’m extra careful handling his instrument. There's no denying it’s gorgeous, which in Corrin’s world means it cost more than I would like to attempt to replace should I damage it.
