Under Ontario Skies

22. Revealing secrets

Presley

"What's your favorite color?"

"Lilac," I say. "Favorite movie?"

"Real Steel," Deon says. "Favorite flower?"

I reply, "New Dawn roses, but I also love Pillow Talk peonies. Least favorite singing group?"

"That's very specific." He chuckles. "BTS."

We've been playing top ten questions for the past fifteen minutes, waiting for our food to arrive. Deon got a huge booth reserved for us at a new restaurant in town called Iridescence. I asked him not to spend too much, but well...he went a little over the top. He seems to be as stubborn as I am. Maybe a little less.

The booth is dimly lit and has a few of those old-fashioned lanterns placed on the square wooden table Deon and I are seated at. The smell of cinnamon and spice wafts through the air. The black couch in the corner is huge and is more than enough for about four people to comfortably sit on. The floor is carpeted with a very expensive looking rug that feels like soft fur under my bare feet. Van Morrison's 'Moondance' hums softly through the overhead speakers.

"BTS?" I ask incredulously. "But why?"

Deon laughs. "They look like a bunch of pussies."

I gasp, putting a hand on my chest as if I'm hurt. "No, they don't."

"Jesus Christ. Please don't tell me you're an Army," he says, chuckling.

"I'm not. But they're kinda amazing."

"Hell no. Moving on... First fuck?" He takes a swig from his can of Budweiser, eyeing me.

"Pass," I mutter, blushing.

"Okay." Deon smirks. "First kiss?"

"Ryan Gibbons, last year." I answer, glad he's not pushing for more. "Yours?"

"Katie Forman in ninth grade."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and he chuckles, then elaborates. "It was a dare."

He looks incredibly handsome in a crisp white shirt and black tuxedo. His light blue tie matches the color of his eyes perfectly. The black leather Hush Puppies he's wearing only adds to the whole image.

Meanwhile, Maddy got me all dressed up like Barbie for my first proper date with Deon. I'm wearing a turquoise knee-length asymmetrical bodycon dress with thin straps which shows too much cleavage for my liking. Maddy said it accentuates my boobs and I look good in it, so I agreed to wear it. I told her to keep my makeup light, so I'm only wearing some eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and some nude lipstick. She styled my hair up into a high ponytail and pinned tiny silver jewel-like studs in it. Maddy's nude high-heeled stilettos make me as tall as Deon, but not quite.

"Do you have any fears or phobias?" Deon asks.

"Yeah. I'm scared of the darkness. Like really really scared. Do you? Have any phobias?"

"Kind of. I'm scared of snakes, but I think it's more of a fear than a phobia." Deon seems to be thinking for a moment before he asks, "What's the story behind your ex?"

"What's the story behind yours?" I shoot back, tauntingly.

"Fair point." Deon smirks. "You go first."

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Um... Ryan and I started dating when we were sixteen. We dated for about two years. I honestly thought I loved him, but only until I saw him kissing Jessica after a basketball game once. Right in front of me. I told him I can't keep up with our relationship if he can't be loyal, so he dumped me."