“What?”
“I take it you really do like this stuff?”
I spoke with a full mouth. “It’s better than sex.”
“Then you haven’t been fucked properly.”
Mid-swallow, I choked on the oatmeal, sputtering and gasping.
Hunter dropped his spoon and looked like he was about to dive across the table to deliver the Heimlich.
I put a hand up to stop him and spoke with strain. “I’m fine. Water.”
He grabbed a glass and filled it while I worked to catch my breath. My throat burned as I downed the water.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I patted my chest as everything finally made its way down the right pipe. “I’m fine.”
Hunter sat back down. “You shouldn’t try to talk while swallowing.”
“You shouldn’t say inappropriate things.”
“You started it. Answering the door with your nipples all perky, smelling so fucking good, talking about sex. I think you’re the one who’s inappropriate here.”
My eyes bulged. “You showed up half an hour early, so I’d just gotten out of the shower, and my nipples were still hard as a result. That smell you like so much? It’s called soap. And I wasn’t talking about sex. I made a statement that was a metaphor to describe how much I like the oatmeal.”
Hunter scooped a heaping spoonful of oatmeal from his container and spoke before shoveling it into his mouth. “The only thing I heard from that explanation was nipples and sex.”
***
“How was your date last night?” Hunter side-glanced at me before returning his eyes to the road. We were sitting in traffic on the bridge on our way upstate for the game.
“It was wonderful.”
He chuckled.
“What?”
“You’re a shit liar.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not a liar.”
“You pick imaginary lint off of your clothes when you lie. You just did it when you said your date was wonderful.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
He shrugged. “If you say so.”
A few minutes of awkward silence passed before he spoke again. “Did you go back to his place?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
“You wanna know what I think?”
“Not really, no.”
“I think you kissed him goodnight but compared it to our kiss and realized as much as you want to want this guy, you don’t.”