Page 52 of Sweet Shots

“That’s fine. I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“But I was also thinking that it would be really great if you could make a video with me for my page.”

“We did that already,” I say.

“Well, yeah, but that was at the warehouse. I want to do a video here. Something more suited to my normal content.”

I eye him carefully, putting my coffee down. “What do you have in mind?”

To say I’m intrigued is putting it mildly. The more he wants to make content with me, the better.

“Hear me out, okay?” he says, and I hear the excitement in his voice. Whatever this is, he thinks it’s a great idea. “Naked baking video.”

I narrow my eyes. “Naked… baking video?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you didn’t watch my stuff. I gave you access, so I know you have. You know what my page is all about. I want to make one of us together. Both naked. You teaching me how to bake something. And maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe one thing leads to another. Maybe it doesn’t. My subs go for both, so that’s up to you.”

Oh, this is getting good.

He’s suggesting more videos. More reasons to be together. More sex. Androle playing.

“There’s more,” he says.

I chuckle, cutting into my food. “Can’t wait to hear this one.”

“I think we should date.”

I choke on my food, having to pick up my coffee to help swallow it down.

“Date?” I ask, fighting to keep the humor from my voice so I don’t offend him. I don’t want him to think it’s an awful idea, because it’s not. I one hundred percent approve.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night, and I like…” He sighs, meeting my eyes. “I like you too. I know I’ve been difficult, but that’s because I have all kinds of shit to work through, and I know that’s not a good selling point, but after thinking about it way too much, I realized that I like being with you, and I really like the way things are in the bedroom. You were right when you dug into me—”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say with a firm head shake.

“Yeah, probably not, but if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have thought about it the way I did. So, in a way, I’m grateful.”

It falls silent as he stares at me, looking like he’s waiting for an answer or something. I can’t be sure, but I think he’s waiting for me to fill the silence.

“Everything with you has to be so proper, huh? Needs a place and a title?”

Mikah frowns, his brow furrowing, and three, two—ah, there’s the anger.

“It’s fucking adorable,” I quickly add before he can shoot an insult at me, which I know was right on the tip of his tongue.

Now he just looks confused, and somehow, even more fucking cute.

Mikah stares at me, relaxes after a moment and purses his lips—just staring.

I stare right back, waiting for him to say something this time.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” I ask, feigning innocence and cutting into my food—which is really delicious. I feel like it’s missing something, but he doesn’t need to know that. For his first time, he did a good job.

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