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“Okay,” I said, like it was the most normal thing in the world for my brother to be asking me to help him act like a pup… and playing his master, to boot. “You wanna, when we get home?”
Waitresses always had a perfect sense of timing, and ours popped back up then with our plates in hand before he could reply. From the look on Adrian’s face, I wasn’t sure if he was relieved or afraid that the longer this went on, the weirder it would get.
“Careful. Plates are hot,” she said, as though she hadn’t just interrupted a tensionladen moment.
I should’ve been relieved at the reprieve, but I was annoyed. It gave Adrian a chance to rethink it, to back out, and I didn’t want that to happen.
“Thanks,” I said, offering her a smile.
“Sure thing,” she replied. “Need anything else?”
“Not me.” I glanced at Adrian, quirking a brow. “You?”
“I, um, need another napkin.” Adrian pointed to the mess, slightly embarrassed.
“No problem, honey.” The older waitress smiled indulgently. “Here, let me help.” She gathered the little pieces efficiently and seemed to magically produce more napkins out of the apron that was wrapped around her waist. “And don’t you worry about it. I’m sure he’s just as nervous about your first date too. Why, the tension between you boys could be cut with a knife. Just relax and get to know each other.”
Adrian gave her a shy look before he shot a quick glance at me. I was waiting for him to correct her, but he just shifted in his seat and looked down at his dinner. “Thank you.”
I gaped. What was I supposed to say to that? Our first date?
Why had I left it up to Adrian to correct her? Why hadn’t I done it?
I couldn’t help but think that if we were dating, it really would’ve been our first date, but we weren’t — but then, Adrian hadn’t told her otherwise. Too embarrassing, maybe? She was right about one thing, though. We did need to get to know each other. “Thanks,” I echoed weakly, thrown off my game by the comment more than I wanted to admit.
I waited for her to leave then looked at Adrian, having no fucking idea what to say.
Adrian either realized I was stunned silent or had no idea what to say either because he looked at me awkwardly then gestured to the plates. “Do you want to try some of the steak?” He managed to give me a teasing grin. “I know it’s medium, even if I’m not sure of everything else.”
Not ready to admit I had no idea what to say, I nodded and started focusing on the food. My brother and I had been getting along lately, so this shouldn’t have been awkward. But there was something more, some electric tension I couldn’t shake, and I had no idea what to do about that either.
Adrian started cutting his steak in half but paused for a moment to cut a single bite. Holding the fork out hesitantly, he reached across the table and offered me the bite. “So you can see if you like it.”
I didn’t know if I was supposed to take the fork or just eat the bite off of it, but fuck, if we were going to treat this like a date…
I was the king of first dates. I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t managed to get in a guy’s pants on one. I sure as fuck hadn’t been nervous since junior high. Maybe this would help him relax more about the idea of me seeing him in the nude with a tail plug in his ass.
My cock should not have pulsed at that thought.
I leaned in and took the bite straight from his fork. It wasn’t as bad as I’d expected, and I made a hum of appreciation as I drew back.
Adrian watched me, licking his lips. “How does it taste?”
“Pretty good,” I said. I prepared a bite for him from my own plate, holding it out the same way.
Adrian leaned forward, wrapping his lips around my fork and pulling it deeper into his mouth.
Fuck.
My mind oh-so-helpfully provided me with a visual of how his lips would look wrapped around other things, and I had to force myself not to moan or do something stupid. Like hell would anyone believe that the food at Denny’s was good enough to make me moan.
He slowly chewed, watching my face then nodding. “It’s good.”
I gestured with my fork between our plates, desperately trying to make my brain think of something other than his full lips. “You want to take half or just grab some off my plate?”
“I don’t mind eating off your plate.” He glanced over at the waitress, who was across the room talking to an older couple. “It’s a date, after all,” he teased.
In theory, I knew he was just trying to be funny, but my mind couldn’t seem to remember that. “Don’t taunt me,” I said, as dryly as I could. “My dates always end one way, and you’re gonna end up disappointing me here.”
