(Orion Ligh)
His cooking is not edible. No one should ever let this beast of a man into the kitchen. What he did to this meat will forever haunt me for all my days to come. I feel sorry for the poor animal that was slaughtered and then destroyed by this block of a man. How does he survive? On take-outs or something.
I've always known that my dates were a bit unusual. I wouldn't say they're not normal, but today is my first date with Colton. Actually, it's the first of anything. Most of the time, I've asked people out, but I always ended up getting rejected, which in hindsight was a clear warning sign.
I couldn't keep quiet about it, no matter what I tried. So here we are now in the mall, at the tomato pastes aisle, because this monster has no ingredients at his house. I can't complain anyway, his clothes really define his muscles, how the hell did I stay with him for weeks and still didn't notice them?
"Like what you see?"
The cough that escapes my lungs is weird and kinda cheesy. I face palm myself to at least hide my embarrassment. Who gets caught checking out someone? I mean, it's a date, but seriously, that's not supposed to happen, right? I should have just asked my three Ms on what to do on a date instead of browsing it.
"Wha...at? N...no, I wasn't?"
He takes a step closer to me, and he lifts my chin up to stare at him. His thumb was gently caressing my cheeks. It takes so much strength to not fold under this heat that has been going on between us since the first time we met. I know we are in a public space, but I don't care. Anytime I'm close to Colton, I feel safe. It's like the way he's staring at me right now. Like I'm the most beautiful thing that he has ever laid his eyes on. That does things to me that I've never felt before.
"I probably shouldn't be telling you this right now, but you'll hate me for this, fuck!"
His voice comes off groggily thick, laced with so much vulnerability, it's as if he's afraid of something. This is the first time that I've heard him be so vulnerable.
"Excuse me, mister, but could you guys not do that in a public space?"
Our little public display is interrupted by a little old lady who I secretly think is a fujoshi. She wasn't angry when she called us out. If anything, I think she was going to have a nosebleed by the looks of it.
We quickly made our way out of there after getting everything that we needed.
Right now, It's hard to keep him from asking too many questions like a toddler.
"How can you cut an onion without shedding any tears? I've tried, believe me. I've even used goggles, but still end up with tears."
"It's easy, it's all about the angles, Colt."
When we left the mall after shopping, I didn't expect that cooking with Colton would be this nice. Well, technically, it's more of me cooking and less of him doing absolutely nothing at all and asking questions and, except eat every little ingredient, which makes him seem like a psychopath. The only thing he hasn't eaten is ice, but I'm betting my money he does that.
"How does that even work?"
"I'm sorry, you are the guy who plays hoops but fails to angle an onion to cut? You can use a chopping board, then hold it and cut it."
"Umm,I can't do that. It's just not meant for me I think or anyone."
I stop chopping the cherry tomatoes as I am spun around to face Colton. His face is so close to mine. His hot breath hitting my face, making my whole body shiver. Some parts are more than others. Fuck, why is it like that? Please don't be happening now or today of that matter. It would be weird. How can I even begin to explain to him?
He tilts my head and reads my face. I think he might be onto me.
"Are you okay?"
I know that my face is cherry red at most. He moves closer and smells my neck. Good grief, if I had a scent, this would be the time that he tells me about my sweet scent.
"Umm, so aah... sorry about that."
He then turns his head around, and his face is flushed. He can blush, too? I don't even register what my hands are doing.
"You know, for someone like you I didn't think I'd affect you as such."
" You forget that I'm human too."
He takes my hand and places it on something rigid and closes the space between us. I take in a sharp breath, which makes him groan. That voice does something to my body.
"C...Colt..?"
"Ye...yeah?"
"Fo...food, we might burn the food..."
"Ye..yeah."
He doesn't make a move to let go of my face. The smell of the cooking oil interrupted whatever was going on with my body and whatever trance I had fallen into. I want to continue being in his arms a bit longer. Why am I so damn horny? Fuck, I want to continue cooking, but I don't want to leave this warmth that he has on me.
"When...umm, is the food going to be ready?"
Colton asks, while covering his face with his hands. Do I make this grown-up man flustered? This is the first. If I were still a teenager with hormones, I would've already been up on him, climbing him like a tree.
"I'll be at the cellar looking for wine, feel like home, cooking. Fuck, why am I so flustered?"
"Yeah, I'll be stirring this onion till golden brown?"
Now that I know, I have a hold on Colton, which makes me feel like a little boy who just experienced his first crush ever and doesn't know how to confess, while at the same time, imagining our life together every day of the weird ways that we are going to confess to each other.
It's embarrassing now that I think about it. I think I've been having sweat dreams about Colton for a while now. How is that even possible? I think my nipples have also become a tad bit sensitive, which is impossible. Today, when I showered and I passed my hands around them, they were too sensitive.
I think I'm dying or just a horny bastard.