Page 9 of Breathing Without You

“Well, what do you want to know?” I ask because I’m not good at talking about myself, I’m my least favorite subject to talk about. I know it’s sad but it’s true I hate talking about my life.

“Well for starters, how old are you? I’m only asking cause I wasn’t sure if you were twenty-four like me and Carsten or if you were twenty-three like Winter is now.” He looks right into my eyes as he speaks, and I love that he always looks into my eyes. Eye contact always makes me nervous and twitchy, but for some reason with Creedence it’s easy. It happens without me even thinking about it and I just feel comfortable being in the comfort of his eyes.

“I’m twenty-three, I just turned twenty-three last month.” Not sure why I mentioned my birthday, it’s not like I celebrate it anyways. The only reason I celebrated my birthday was because Winter made me go out, if it wasn’t for her, I probably would have stayed home.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask him. I like that he cares about getting to know me, all the men I've been with I’ve always had to ask the questions which have always annoyed them, and they didn’t care too much to know about me, it was mainly about sex even when I was in a relationship.

“Uhh, I’d say blue, Cerulean blue.” His lips twitch a little like he’s hiding back a smile, and it makes me laugh a little becausethat’s my favorite blue crayon. It’s always my go to whenever I have to use the color blue.

“That's my favorite blue crayon to use. If I ever use crayons, that's the shade I go with.” I smile looking away, blushing a little. I can’t believe I just said that to him. Admitting I color sometimes, another thing to scare the man away. But it’s true I’d rather stay home and color or read or snuggle up to a good movie than go out. I’ve always been that way even when I was in high school. Home is just the best place to be. Forget the drama of the outside world, I’d rather be home.

“Why are you blushing, what’s wrong?” He turns my face gently with his fingers. A serious look on his face.

“I just embarrassed myself telling you I still like to color, is all.” Might as well be honest, no point in trying to make something up, especially if something comes of this, then he’ll be around me enough to see that I color.

“Nothing wrong with that, why are you embarrassed though? Listen, you don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me ever, I will never judge you or make fun of you for liking something.” He leans in, leaving gentle kisses along my lips.

“Thank you.” I pause for a minute. “I mean that, that means a lot to me.” I lean in kissing him again. Then pull away. “Most people around my age are all about partying and getting fucked up constantly. Which is fine I get it, but it’s not my thing. I’d rather be home and comfortable, doing whatever the hell I want than out at some bar, or a frat party.” I give a half smile. Unsure of how he’s going to react. “I mean I do enjoy going out, but I don’t need to go out,” I add in nervously.

“I’m the same exact way. I’d rather stay home and do my own thing than worry about getting fucked up at some party or the bar.” He kisses me again, a little more intensely this time. Right as I’m about to open my mouth to swipe my tongue against his, we’re interrupted.

“What can I get for you two lovebirds?” This time it’s Carsten who comes over to us. A cheesy ass grin on his face and a look that says he’s happy for his best friend.

“Two lemon drops please.” Creedence pulls away to look over at him, laughing and shaking his head. They have a relationship just like mine and Winter’s, they’ve known each other their whole lives practically just like the two of us.

“Lovebirds, huh is that what we look like to everyone around us?” he asks me then stops for a second. “What’s your favorite color?” I’m actually surprised he remembered he didn’t ask me my favorite color, or that he still cared to carry on with our other conversation.

“Pink, but not just any shade, it has to be hot pink,” I say glancing over at Carsten who is setting our shots down on the counter for us.

“Thanks man, appreciate you,” Creedence tells him as he sets them down then slides them towards us.

“Yes, thank you very much,” I tell him. “I can pay for these ones though.” I go to reach for my purse and they both tell me no at the same time. The smiles on their faces are pretty much the same, these two are too much alike.

“Gosh calm down.” I laugh. “Can’t a woman pay for drinks for herself and her man?” I ask them as Carsten shakes his head walking away. Like he’s not about to get involved.

“Ohh, so I’m your man now?” He smirks at me, god just that smirk in itself makes me wet. It makes me want to lean forward and kiss or lick him. Maybe both. Mmm the things I’d love to do to this sexy man.

“Well, no, but like I don’t know, you knew what I meant.” I blush, putting my hands over my face trying to hide behind them. I can’t believe I just said that when I don’t even know one hundred percent if he’s that into me.

“Hey,” he says, trying to pull my hands away but I don’t let him. I feel stupid that I said that when this is the first time we’ve hung out without our friends with us.

“Hey, Sugar. It’s okay.” He pulls my hands down this time. “I honestly liked that you said that, it was cute. And it made me feel, I don't know special that you called me your man when this is our first date.” He looks down like he’s nervous, which makes my face redden a little more with embarrassment for some reason.

“Well, I like you, I honestly have liked you for quite some time. I was just afraid to act on it,” I say putting my hands on his knees, might as well get it out in the open now. That way if he doesn't see things going any further, he can tell me. What is my deal? Why am I being so negative?

“Same here, when I kissed your hand that day in your driveway, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since then.” He smiles. “And I’m being serious, I’ve been wanting to take you out, but just didn’t think you were interested.” He looks into my eyes now, but he still wears the nervous look on his face.

“How could you not tell?” I question, thinking it was so obvious... “I blushed when you kissed my hand and every time we hang out as a group, I flirt with you.” It’s so easy to be open with him, he makes me feel comfortable like I don’t need to shy away from what I want to say.

“I honestly just thought that was just how your personality was. It took me a minute to realize that you were flirting with me.” He smiles at me. And we just sit there staring at each other, neither of us bothering to speak. It’s not weird or awkward because I enjoy his presence.

“Let's take our shots, Sugar. I want you warmed up for tonight.” He winks at me. The smile on his face is to die for, the way his lips curl up in the corner and the dimple forms on hischeek, it makes me want to stick my tongue out and start teasing him.

“Man, you are just so sure that were gonna fuck aren’t you,” I whisper-shout to him so no one around us can hear, and for some reason it comes out breathy, probably from him turning me on.

“Well, I’m not forcing you, but don’t tell me you’re not wanting to yourself, am I right?” He gives a sexy side smirk. “You even told me about how wet your panties were, correct me if I’m wrong but that usually means you’re in the mood to fuck someone huh?” He winks again, and I officially think I could watch this man wink all day, something about the way he does it and the smile on his face is enough to make my heart feel like it’s going to explode.

God everything this man does is so sexy, it’s like he stepped out of my fantasies with how I always pictured my dream man to look and has all the perfect qualities that I always look for in a man.

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