Page 30 of Wild Thing
I waited for him to say something. The murmur of other diners and the sound of cutlery was suddenly crisp and loud. A few more moments of silence passed as his steely eyes penetrated mine.
Finally, he asked, “Is it… serious?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It's complicated.”
“How long?”
“A year.”
We sat in more silence. I reached over for the water jug, pouring each of us a glass.
“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” I tried to make it sound as casual as I possibly could. It was his turn to look at me and contemplate lying.
Wait, was he in a relationship too?
I knew the answer already. I could see it on his face.
“Yeah.”
With a breathless, soft laugh, it was my turn to look dejected. “The timing, huh?”
Shifting in my chair, I uncrossed and then re-crossed my legs. The awkwardness was killing me.
What in the actual fuck were we doing? What were we both doing here flirting with danger?
I couldn’t help but feel slightly pissed off at Brax, even though I had no right to be.
“God, this is awkward now.”
“Why? It doesn’t have to be, Dyl.”
“Well it is!" I dropped my voice to a hushed whisper and leaned over the table. Finally, we were talking honestly. "It feels like we’re doing something wrong."
“Old friends having dinner is wrong?”
“Cut the shit, Brax. We aren’t ‘old friends’, we didn’t hang out and gossip about people,” I replied sarcastically. “We’re ex-lovers.”
“So?”
“So?!”God, he frustrated me to no end. His smugness was on equal par with his attractiveness, which was highly irritating.
“The Dylan I used to know would go with the flow and didn’t give a shit what others thought.”
“Yeah, well the Dylan youusedto know has matured a fair bit since then.”
“Are you telling me that you care what people think now?”
“No, I’m saying I’m mindful of what people think now.”
“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.”
“Okay, don’t,” I snapped. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You have a girlfriend.”
“And you have a boyfriend.”
The waitress arrived at the perfect time, talking through the dessert menu. Brax and I didn't take our eyes off each other during her entire spiel about the creme brûlée. Finally, she placed the menu on the table and left.
Nervously, I chewed on my bottom lip. I noticed Brax's eyes drop to my mouth. He licked his lips.
