But my personality? When I was alone, I felt small as fuck. Too small for this fucked-up world.
Kip:
This will probably be bold of me, but my wife and I would like to have dinner with you. Is that okay?
Would that be okay? I sure as fuck didn’t know, but even through all my uncertainty and feeling like I was already getting way in over my head with all these damn foreign feelings, I quickly responded.
Corvus:
I guess? And your wife? You and your wife share?
It was the only thing that made sense to me. I hadn’t seen a ring on Kip’s finger, but then again, I also hadn’t been lookingall that hard. I’d been overwhelmed and tired and just wanted a break from the shit inside my own brain.
Kip:
My wife is Michelle. You met her at the shop. She towed your car. And yes, we share partners, chibi.
Kip:
When is a good day and time for you? We’ll work you into our schedule whenever.
My heart wouldn’t fucking survive this. Work me into their schedulewhenever? It was such a simple thing and something I should have expected from them, since he’d been the one to ask me out. At the same time, I was so used to men just giving me a day and time when it came to dates that this… threw me for a loop.
Corvus:
Whenever is fine. I’m pretty much free all summer.
Besides, making a decision like that? Not my thing. Even when I asked out a woman, I usually let her decide by wording it in a way that made her feel like I was still very interested in her instead of just looking for a way to get off.
I was an asshole who was allergic to commitment and feelings. Sue me.
Kip:
Okay, chibi. Are you okay with meeting us at Rochelle’s on Saturday night at 7 PM?
Corvus:
Sure you don’t want to pick me up?
Kip:
We could, but we’re also not looking to get laid Saturday night. We want to get to know you. Don’t be a brat, chibi.
I pouted at my phone. How did he know I was being a brat?
Corvus:
I wasn’t being a brat.
Kip:
Lol, you definitely were. But that’s okay. I don’t mind bratty boys, chibi. So, does that work for you?
I chewed on my bottom lip, my heart beating a little too fast and my fingers trembling around my phone. But before I could stop myself, I typed out a single word.
Corvus:
Yes.
