“How should I think of you, then?”
“Just think of me as… Yours, whenever you’re ready for me.”
The weight of his words flashed over my skin, electrifying my senses and sparking heat in my blood. A growl ripped from my throat, my hands tightening on his hips and yanking him against me, where my cock had instantly stiffened. He kissed me, purring when I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Swallowing his whimpers until I felt like my lungs would explode, I finally tore my mouth from his, panting harshly.
“I didn’t mean here,” he joked, but I could feel him practically vibrating in my hands. He was just as hard as I was, and his eyes were half-lidded, cloudy with lust. For me.
The sound of cackling children down the hall, heading our way smacked me like a brick wall. I groaned, peeling him off me just in time for them to run through the room we were in like a tiny herd of shrieking buffalo, destroying the intimacy of the moment.
Exhaling a huge breath, I cleared my throat, running a hand through my dark hair. I opened my mouth to say something, probably something stupid, but Jordy cut me off.
“Don’t apologize,” he warned me. “This is the last exhibit anyway, so let’s just go.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
“Oh wait, one last thing,” he requested, pulling his phone out of the pocket of my hoodie he was still wearing. “Can we take a picture in front of the wall?”
Staring at it, I sighed a little. Pink hearts and sparkles interspersed with fancy loops and polka dots. “Yeah. I guess. If you want.”
“I want,” he assured me, ushering me over and pushing my back against it. He wiggled under my arm like he seemed to love doing, wrapping an arm around my torso. “Here, you take it,” he commanded, shoving the phone into my hand. “You’re taller.”
“You, uh… You’re not going to post this online, are you?”
He giggled, shaking his head against my chest. “Just for me, I swear.”
I wasn’t exactly a selfie guy, all my social media posts were of my art, but I snapped the pic, handing it over so he could scrutinize it.
“This is so cute!” He said, making a little show of hugging the phone to his chest before pocketing it again. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t take that literally. But even if he did, it wasn’t like I’d be able to say no to him.
You couldn’t leave the aquarium without going through the gift shop. When we exited the room for the last exhibit, it led straight into it. There were lots of souvenirs for sale, like magnets and coffee mugs and t-shirts, along with giant bins of stuffed animals.
“I’ve been meaning to ask this but we kept getting distracted,” I started, hoping I wasn’t bringing up the wrong thing. “You had fun, right? I mean, you’re not feeling… Sad or anything?”
He bit down on his lower lip, giving me big puppy eyes like he thought I was the most amazing person in the world, before shaking his head.
“No. Honestly, you made it really great. I don’t feel sad at all. I really, really appreciate you.”
Relieved, I nodded. “It’s okay. I had fun.” It was true, to my surprise. “And… I’m glad you liked it.”
“Yep,” he agreed, clinging onto my arm again. “You’re such a good date.”
I was pretty sure I’d never been told that by anyone else I’d gone out with. Maybe I was only good at it because I was with him. None of the other dates I’d ever gone on stood out in my mind enough for me to even try to remember if I’d done anything wrong.
“So… Do you maybe want to get a friend for your fish?” I wondered, gesturing around the room. “What’s the name again? Orange-o?”
“It’s Orangey,” he corrected me, glaring for a second before laughing. “Fantastic name, I know.”
“Well, you could also get a Greeny,” I said, pointing to the turtles. “Or a Pinky?” Starfish.
He pursed out his lips, thinking. “Well… I think I want a Black-and-Whitey, actually.”
“A penguin?” I guessed, remembering how much he’d liked their exhibit.
“Yeah!” He said. “They’re really cute. Remember how it said they give each other gifts as part of the courting ritual?”
Carefully grabbing a penguin plush off the shelf, I slowly pushed it into his hands. He squealed, burying his face in it.
