Twenty Questions Sequel

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They didn't exactly eat in complete silence, though they didn't make it their mission to avoid it either. And she couldn't stop but think how domestic it all seemed. If someone would've looked into her apartment, looked at the way they talked, teased and ate together, she had a feeling they would assume they were living together. The thought scared her, but at the same time he was making her laugh and she was wondering how that was even possible. He made her feel safe and even though it scared her he made her feel safe. She even let him feed her at one  point and she'd never done that before, had always smacked the guy's hand away if they tried. This was so weird.

"By the way, when did you try ice cream for the first time?" he asked before he put the last piece of pancake in his mouth, watching her with shy but curious eyes.

She chuckled. "What are we? Playing twenty questions again?" She teased and his eyes lit up again.

"If that's what it take," he shrugged his shoulders and she bit her lips to keep a laugh from escaping.

"I've actually never tried ice cream before," she confessed and she saw his eyes widen with surprise. "I usually just use ice cubes but you said you wanted ice cream. So I thought, why not?" Shrugging her shoulders she saw his eyes twinkle with excitement as his adam's apple bobbed at the hard swallow.

"Ice cubes?" he questioned and she quirked her eyebrow.

"Maybe I'll show you sometime."

He nodded excitedly and she felt her cheeks flush with the laughter bubbling up her chest. She looked down at the last of her pancakes and carefully ate as she let her hair fall down, becoming a kind of wall, protecting her from his gaze. He was staring at her again, as if he hadn't stared at her enough, and she didn't look up at him until her plate was empty.

"Maybe you could show me what you do with that vibrator too."

She almost choked on her coffee as her eyes went wide with absolute horror. "What?"

He just smirked at her and she narrowed her eyes, had he been snooping around?! She would kill him.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean," he said innocently and she put together the plate to get away from the table.

"I don't," she lied easily, putting her dishes in the machine to distract herself.

She ignored looking back at him but could easily hear when he pushed his chair away from the table and set his feet towards her. To avoid him she pretended to put away some of the things he'd used for the pancakes, tried to ignore the question he'd brought up. When had he even... where was it? She tried to think, which boxes would he have to go through to find it?

The sudden presence of his chest at her back had her slightly jumping and he was chuckling with his lips to her ear, chills running down her spine. She suddenly realized he had called her name a couple times, tried to get her attention but when simply calling her name hadn't worked he'd decided to approach her.

"What are you thinking about?" his lips nibbled at her ear as he spoke and she shuddered. "The vibrator?" his voice was low, sultry and teasing and she elbowed him because... well, she didn't know what to do or what to say.

"What makes you even think that I have a vibrator?" she questioned, turning around to push him slightly away and give him an stern glare.