"We're dating, right?" He asked as he stared at my face.
We're currently in his home, having a date in his unit. After our brief fight—well, that wasn't really a fight because I was the only one who got mad but whatever—we headed here to spend some time together. And for some reason, he kept staring at me like he wants to say something.
"Yes, we are," I said and smiled. His face brightened and he giggled happily as his emerald eyes slowly shaped into a crescent.
The more that I look at him, the more handsome he gets. How is this even possible?
"You know, I've always thought that you look very handsome," I said as I touched his cheek. "Hmm? Really?" He said as he put his hand over my hand that was on his cheek. "How come?" He said as he looked at me with amused eyes.
I clicked my tongue.
"You're not flustered and your face isn't flushed at all. You're no fun," I said and frowned. He laughed and said, "I'm kinda getting used to you doing stuff like that. But do tell me why you think I'm handsome."
Argh, the expression on his face literally screams that he knows he's handsome.
"I'm not gonna tell you," I said and stuck my tongue out like a kid trying to tease another kid. He just laughed and suddenly pulled my waist. He hugged me tightly and said, "Why are you so cute?"
I felt my face getting hot.
Why is he being like this so suddenly?
"Come on, tell me why," he said as he rested his head above mine. "I told you I'm not gonna," I grunted.
He laughed again and kissed the top of my head. "You're so small, I'd probably break your bones if I hugged you any tighter," he said and chuckled.
He's exaggerating, geez.
"Hey, you keep laughing. What's with you today?" I asked as I broke free from the hug. "Hmm? Nothing? I'm just happy," he said and smiled again.
Argh, I hate how good-looking he is.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" He said as he gave me a confused look. I shook my head and said, "Nothing."
"Ah, by the way... are you hungry? I can cook something for you," he said as his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
It seems like he really wants to cook something for me, haha. That's so cute!
"Sure," I said and smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna make the best dish in the world for you, darling," he said with a determined look.
I blushed at the word 'darling'. It's still making me feel a bit shy, hearing him call me that.
I couldn't remove the smile from my face as I watched him leave the room.
Why is he so perfect? It's almost concerning.
I followed him out and went to the kitchen. When I got there, I saw that he was wearing an apron and he's already preparing the ingredients.
The way he looks right now is... so hot.
I wonder if this is the sight I would see everyday if we got married.
"Oh, you're gonna watch?" He said as he glanced at me when he sensed my presence. I nodded as I sat on the high chair in front of the kitchen countertop and said, "Uh-huh. What are you cooking, by the way?" He started chopping some garlic and said, "I was gonna make some garlic butter shrimp."
I looked at his right side and saw that there was indeed some shrimp there.
Ahh... Should I tell him? I want to eat his cooking, but I might actually die if I eat shrimp.
"Uh... I'm sorry Tristan, I don't think I can eat that," I said as I scratched my head. "Hmm? No worries. Do you not like shrimp?" He said as he turned to look at me.
"I'm actually allergic to shellfish. I had an anaphylactic shock before when I accidentally ate Chinese rice noodles that has a bit of shrimp in it," I said as I looked at him with an uneasy look on my face.
I really thought I was gonna die back then.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry. I'll keep that in mind from now on," he said and immediately took the shrimp back to the freezer.
"I'll cook something else. Tell me if you're allergic to other foods," he said as he looked at the fridge.
"I don't have any allergies aside from that," I said as I watched him stand in front of the fridge. "Have you decided what to cook yet?" I asked as I placed my elbow on top of the kitchen countertop and rested my chin on my hand.
"Ah, well... The fridge is empty. Aside from the ingredients that I've taken out, I only have two eggs, the jam you gave me before, and three bottles of water," he said and looked at me.
I laughed and said, "It's alright. You can cook something for me next time." He pouted and looked down like a disappointed puppy.
How can a grown man who's a few years older than me look so cute?
I stood up and walked toward him to give him a hug. "Why do you look so disappointed?" I asked as I hugged him. He rested his head on my shoulder, allowing me to touch his head. I ran my fingers through his hair and giggled. "I'm sure what you're gonna cook soon is gonna taste really good," I said as I patted his back.
Suddenly, I felt his warm breath on my neck. It felt so ticklish, but at the same time it made me feel aroused that I didn't even realize that I moaned.
"W-What are you doing?"
His soft, warm lips touched the side of my neck. The way he's kissing me neck made me shiver. "H-Hey, Tristan..." I said as I put my hand on his chest, about to push him away.
"Hmm? Do you want me to stop?" He whispered. His voice made all my hair stand on its ends. "N-No... Haaa..." I said as I felt his lips kiss my neck again.
He continued kissing my neck and when he stopped, I thought that was the end.
It turns out I was wrong.
He cupped my cheeks and slowly pressed his lips against mine.
Haaa... How did things turn out like this?