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I knew I was blushing but I couldn’t help it…or the way I inched closer to him.
He was fucking huge.
Like a giant stuffy just made for cuddling.
“I think we have a few things to talk about before we have dinner.” When I slowly nodded, because he wasn’t wrong, he gave me another proud smile. “Do you want to sit someplace like the table or do you want to sit on the couch while we talk?”
It was a ridiculously hard question.
“Um, which would you prefer?” I was hoping that would make it easier to pick because I just knew he was the type of Dom…fuck, Dom-ish guy who’d wait for me to answer.
His expression softened and he cocked his head, studying me. “I think I’d prefer if we sat on the couch because I’m hoping you’ll sit on my lap. But I won’t push you and I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
I wasn’t sure that was a reasonable goal, but I nodded and tried to see if my brain was working any better.
It wasn’t.
But it did pop out something unhelpful and embarrassing. “You really want me to sit on your lap? Like a Daddy date-date?”
God, I sounded like a moron.
As I groaned and covered my face with my new bunny, who definitely needed a name so I didn’t have to keep calling him Bunny, Bishop chuckled and gently pushed my hand down. “Yes, I’m considering this a Daddy-little date-date. So yes, I think first date appropriate cuddling is fine, unless we’re counting the coffee shop as our first date and then it would be second date level cuddling.”
Second date?
Swallowing, I shrugged. “I don’t know what number to count this…but…but I think I would like to cuddle with you.”
That wasn’t too much, right?
At least it hadn’t come out like a question.
“Good.” His smile said he liked my decision…and surprisingly enough, the butterflies in my stomach settled down, so they must’ve liked it too. “Let’s go sit down.”
He looked at the bag. “That will wait a few minutes.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I nodded again and looked toward my living room. Thankfully, he got the hint and took charge, leading me into my living room as he looked around, curious and so cute I wanted to giggle.
But my brain got scrambled again as he sat down on my couch and pulled me into his lap, bunny and all. I wasn’t exactly a small guy, but compared to Bishop I felt tiny as he cuddled me against his chest. “Now, I think the first question you have is about Cohen?”
Nodding, I decided to let him steer the conversation and just curled into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder.
Fuck, he was tall.
And smart.
“Alright. Let’s see.” He paused and thought as one hand stroked my back. “I met him after you left the party last Friday. We’ve dated a few times but haven’t had intercourse. We have discussed limits and he’s seen my pup.”
Wow.
He was going to tell me everything?
“We’ve talked about the fact that I think I might stay here permanently, but I haven’t made any decisions yet. That led to me basically asking his intentions and we talked about not being exclusive.” Bishop softly chuckled, sounding sheepish about the intensions part, but I thought it was cute. “He doesn’t mind that I’m seeing you, mostly because he doesn’t see you as wanting to dominate me? That seemed to be where he’d have limits. Oh and he called you a cutie, so there’s that too…what else?”
There was more?
“He helped me pick out your bunny and he wasn’t jealous at all.” Bishop paused again, and I was starting to realize it was his thinking sound…or thinking quiet?
Nope, I wasn’t getting distracted, so I thought about what he’d said. Hearing it all spelled out answered a lot of my questions, but it raised a few more.
“And now I’m wondering what you think about my still dating Cohen.” He took a breath as I nodded, even though it wasn’t really a question. “I have to confess I’ve never wanted to…take care of someone like I do you, and while I don’t know if under any other circumstances I would call myself a Dom in any sense of the word, with you it’s different. But I can respect your decision if my seeing someone else is a deal breaker.”
Was it?
I wasn’t sure my thoughts would ever come together in a cohesive way, so I just stopped holding them back and let the words wander out. “What did Cohen think about you not being all sub? I know a guy who’s a switch, and it’s made some of his dates uncomfortable.”
Which was stupid, but some people were idiots.
“Cohen didn’t seem to be bothered by it.” Bishop shrugged, kissing my head sweetly without seeming to realize it. “He was the one who pointed out that I might not be as complete a sub as I thought I was.”
