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“Everyone keeps assuming we’re a couple,” I said breaking the awkwardness.
“Are we a couple?”
I stared at Quin. “Do you want to be?”
“I told you how I felt about you,” Quin said bashfully.
“And I was the one who kissed you,” I reminded him.
“So, are we?” He asked again.
“I want to be.”
I didn’t add that I wanted to be for the rest of our lives.
“I want to be too.”
I smiled hearing his words.
“Then, I guess we are.”
“I guess we are,” Quin said giving me a smile that made me feel fantastic. “What do we do?”
“Should we get something to eat? It’s been a while since that pizza.”
“Sure. And then, what are we going to do after that?” Quin asked with a faint blush.
“What do you want to do after that?”
“I don’t know. Whatever you wanna do,” Quin said making me hard all over again.
I knew what I wanted to do. I just wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.
“We’ll play it by ear,” I told him feeling drunk with excitement.
“Okay,” he said now glowing red.
Leaving our bedroom, we headed to the truck and drove to the diner. I was shaking I was so turned on by what the two of us might do once we got back.
Parking in front of it, we stared into the large windows as we approached. It was like any other in a small town. The space was aging, yet clean. The décor hinted that it had been around since the sixties. And there were no other customers inside.
“Sit anywhere. I’ll be out in a second,” a stout man yelled from the kitchen when we entered.
“I guess we can sit anywhere,” I repeated taking Quin’s hand and leading him to a booth against the wall perpendicular to the windows.
“I never asked, do you eat everything? It feels like something a boyfriend should know,” I said loving the sound of it.
“I try to eat healthily, but I did stock your freezer with frozen pizzas and ice cream. And, most of that was really for me. So…”
I laughed. “Got it.”
Quin had his arms relaxed on the table in front of us as he leaned towards me. I leaned forward wrapping my hands around his. I loved holding his soft hands. They were quite a bit smaller than mine.
My mind flashed on what of his I might hold later. I was about to tell him what I was thinking when the stout man from the kitchen appeared in front of us and handed us menus. I let go of Quin’s hands and took the laminated sheet of paper from him.
“We’re out of everything but the fried chicken, burgers, and sandwiches. We might be out of sliced ham, but I’d have to check,” he said sticking around for questions.
“Well, I know what I want if you do. I’m starved.”
