Page 16 of Weston & Cyrus
Would they be vanilla dates?
“Trying to decide how I can make the movies humiliating or did something else throw you off?” His question was so calmly delivered it took me several seconds to process what he’d said. Whatever he saw on my face made him chuckle but he didn’t rush me.
I wished he’d rush me or at the very least jump to another topic.
But no…he seemed to like being patient and waiting for me to respond…probably because it made me squirm and that started the next round of our humiliation cycle.
Ugh.
I was already hard again.
“I…um…” Hands off my dick. I was in public. What was I supposed to be responding to? “Oh, both.”
One eyebrow went up and his slightly disappointed expression had me squirming and reminding myself that I needed to keep my hands on the table. “Part…part of my thoughts were about if they’d be dates…vanilla dates.”
Nodding slowly, Cyrus set his fork down and leaned back against his side of the booth. “Is that a question or were you answering mine?”
Oh.
Um.
“Both?” Yeah, probably both. “It should’ve been a question?”
“Why?” Cyrus was either trying to be a pain in the ass or make me think about something. I was hoping pain in the ass. However, since it didn’t seem like he was trying to make me hard, I decided it was the thinking option.
So I thought.
Mostly random shit that had nothing to do with the question, but after wondering if I needed to brush my teeth before he kissed me and if he’d kiss me and if he could make that humiliating in some way, my brain finally got back to the starting point. “What was your question?”
I was a distracted idiot, but he’d done it to me, so I wasn’t going to worry about the consequences of his actions.
“Why should your response have been a question?” He paused, managing not to laugh, but it felt a bit like he was trying to decide if I remembered the previous conversation.
I didn’t…but it came back to me after a few seconds.
The date.
Vanilla versus nuts and chocolate.
“Okay, in my defense, you’re still really distracting even when you’re just being you.” I had a lot of practice ignoring that stuff and now I wasn’t supposed to be ignoring it anymore…my brain couldn’t shift gears that fast without grinding to a halt.
His smirk said he was enjoying my stupidity.
“I promised Conner not to deliberately try to turn you on in the restaurant, so I’m not going to respond to that part. I will, however, be patient while you think.”
He was such a dick.
He hadn’t been trying to turn me on?
No. I had to stay on track.
Why should answering his question have actually been a question?
Oh.
It was a stupidly easy answer I should’ve realized to begin with. He was being too nice to me for it to be complicated.
“Because I wanted to know what you were thinking. I should’ve asked instead of worrying because you don’t want me obsessing over romantic or relationship stuff when it’s something I should talk to you about.” And honestly, of all the stuff we needed to talk about, it was probably the least worrisome or embarrassing.
