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“Me too. I’m excited to go to work every day.”
“I’m glad.”
We exchange news about our families as we eat bread and dips. Now we’re a little more comfortable with each other, our conversation has a natural flow from one topic to another. I avoid reminiscing as much as possible. I don’t want the evening to become tinged with sadness. I can’t change the past. I can’t go back and change the things we did and said the night we broke up. All I can do is try to do better right now.
“This is delicious,” Wren says after he’s tried his first bite of chicken. “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so nice before. Thank you for choosing this dish for me. It’s perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it.” He stares at me. “How are you single?”
I laugh. “I guess I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet.”
“What are you looking for?”
I shrug. “Would it be too twee to say ‘the one’?”
“That’s what I’m looking for too. We always were a couple of hopeless romantics, weren’t we?”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask.
Wren shakes his head. “Someone has to be.”
I chuckle. “That’s true. Would you tell me a bit about what kinky stuff you enjoy?”
Wren glances at the closest table.
“I doubt they can hear us,” I say. “There’s a lot of background noise.”
Wren lets out a happy sigh. “The new you is pretty amazing.”
“From what I’ve seen, you’re wonderful too. But then, you always were.”
His cheeks go red again. “I was far from perfect. I still am.”
“Don’t you like receiving compliments?” I ask.
“I do. I’m not used to getting so many in such a short space of time.”
That makes my heart ache. “Tell me something you like, sweet thing.”
“I like it when my Da—partner is masterful.” He keeps his voice low, so I have to concentrate on filtering out the background hum to hear him.
I arch my eyebrow. “Masterful?”
“Yes. You know, taking control. Holding me down. Ordering me around. I find it sexy. But that doesn’t mean I like rough sex.”
“Noted. Control, not pain.”
He nods.
“Do you enjoy bondage?” I ask.
“If you’re asking if I want someone to handcuff me and have his way with me, the answer is yes.”
I shiver. “I like tying my boy down,” I say in a low, husky tone. “What else?”
His face goes bright red. He leans over the table and whispers, “I’m a total cum slut.”
