Page 71 of Your Only Fan
“So…” he says, dragging a finger around my collarbone. “What did you want to do now?”
“I’m so glad you asked,” I say. “Would you… cook? For me? For us?”
His lips pull apart and he shows me his beautiful white teeth as he smiles.
“Of course.”
I get off of him and tiptoe to the bathroom, grab the first towel I find and return to clean us up.
“I thought you were going to ask for more sex,” Isaac says as I wipe the cum off his nipples.
“Oh, we’re fucking all night. But I’m hungry. And I love your cooking.”
He beams even more, if that’s even possible.
“I’m glad you do. I don’t get to cook very often. In fact, until we started seeing each other, I turned lazy and kept ordering takeout. I didn’t have anyone to cook for.”
“Well. Now you have me. If you want,” I say.
“What are you saying?” he asks.
Well, here goes nothing.
“I’m saying I would like to be your boyfriend. If you’ll have me.”
“Oh,” is his reply, and it feels like a stab in the heart.
Does he not want more from me?
