Page 20 of One Touch

“Cool. So, um, I guess, dig in.”

I watched with amusement as Miller looked at the sushi in confusion. When he grabbed a fork to stab a piece, I reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“No.”

“But… I mean… I know I got it for you, but I thought I could eat it, too.” He pouted.

The corners of my mouth tugged, and I bit back a laugh. Why was that pout so cute? And when did I find anything Miller did cute? Once I had my face schooled, I took the fork out of his hand and replaced it with a pair of chopsticks.

“Oh.” His mouth made a perfect ‘O’ as he stared at the chopsticks. I snapped mine together, expertly picked up a piece of sushi, and set it on my plate. I put a minuscule amount of wasabi on top and then dipped it in soy sauce before placing it in my mouth. I moaned around the flavors that exploded on my tongue.

Once I’d devoured the piece, I moved to select my second but paused when I noticed Miller attempting to hold the chopsticks. His tongue poked out the tiniest bit as he concentrated, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get them to work.

Taking pity on the sushi he was destroying, I stood and walked around the island. “Like this,” I said and took his hand to demonstrate how to hold the two pieces. “Anything you don’t like?” I asked.

“Um, well,” he started, and I knew he would say something smart.

“Food wise,” I added.

He snorted. “Not sure. I haven’t tried many things, so it could go either way.”

The sudden urge to expose him to new things filled me, but I squashed it. I didn’t have time to teach a puppy, and Miller was the neediest puppy I’d ever seen.

“These are cooked, and these are raw. If it’s your first taste of sushi, start with the cooked. Shrimp, salmon, and tuna,” I said, pointing to the different rolls he’d ordered.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Salmon.”

“I’ll try that one then.”

With both of our hands holding the chopsticks, I showed him how to grab a piece and walked him through the steps to prepare it. Once he had it done, I stepped back and returned to my plate. I flexed my hand, the sudden loss of his overwhelming. I needed to stop getting close to him. It did weird things to my body.

We ate mostly in silence; only the sounds of our moans as we enjoyed the food could be heard. It was entertaining to watch Miller try new things. His face was open as he broadcasted his opinions, and I quickly learned which ones he liked and disliked. I didn’t know why I cared, but I stored the information away like a pirate with stolen treasure.

“How am I stuffed from eating bite-sized food?” he mumbled.

“It’s more filling than it appears.”

I stood and gathered everything up. Miller joined me, and we packaged the leftovers and tossed the trash. He even wiped down the counter, and I became transfixed by how the muscles in his back moved. His legs were thick, and I lost focus as I stared at the tiny briefs. My face flushed, my heart rate picked up, and I suddenly felt dizzy. Odder was how my dick strained against my zipper.

Miller finished cleaning, spun around, and froze when he spotted me. The earlier mischievous glint in his eyes returned, and I gulped as he neared me.

“See something you like, Silver?”

“No.”

He chuckled, not buying my lie. Not that I could blame him. I didn’t either.

“You know, I can’t quit thinking about the greeting you gave me the night I moved in.” He brushed a knuckle down my cheek, and my cock twitched in response. I didn’t understand it or why I was having this kind of reaction to him, but there was no denying my body at least understood.

“Nothing happened,” I choked out.

“You can pretend all you want that it didn’t, but we both know something did.”

I gritted my teeth and bit the inside of my cheek in the process. The burst of pain helped the lust recede enough for me to think.

“It doesn’t matter. If you tell someone, they won’t believe you. I have people who will squash it before it sees the light of day. Besides, I’ve been celibate for years. Your claim is unwarranted.”

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