"Wow, this is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth! What is this?"
"Fermented duck eggs," Rafael stated with a straight face.
"What?" I exclaimed, spitting the half-chewed portion of food into an unsuspecting napkin.
"I was joking," He laughed, "they're just grilled oysters."
"That wasn't funny," I glared.
"The sauce on the side of your mouth says otherwise," He grinned and I hurriedly wiped my mouth roughly in mortification.
Why couldn't I eat like a lady, ever?
"Is it gone?" I blushed.
"No, let me," He replied, taking a napkin from the table and wiping it carefully across my lips, his face the picture of concentration.
"Thanks."
"Of course. Another oyster?"
"Yeah," I said shyly.
Those things were awesome.
He then held it up to my mouth so I could suck the meat out of the shell and I was one hundred percent certain I swooned.
"Some people believe that oysters are an aphrodisiac," He told me after I had swallowed the contents of the shell.
My eyes widened at his remark.
Well, that explained a lot.
My date laughed at my shocked expression.
"Are you trying to get me horny?"
"I don't have to try."
I raised an eyebrow at that.
Was I that obvious?
"Hmm, full of yourself aren't you?"
He moved closer until his lips were inches from mine and then I forgot how to breathe.
He trailed a finger from my collarbone to my chin and I shivered slightly at the contact.
He leaned in to kiss me and I closed my eyes and waited for our lips to touch.
"I think I've made my point," He whispered into my ear then pulled back completely leaving me hot and bothered.
"More oysters?"
"No thanks," I muttered.
He could have the rest for all I care.
That sounds like a pretty harmless date right, so how did Rafael end up in a coma in the hospital?
I'll explain now.
It's all because of my first date curse.
Anyway, everything was going great on our date, so great I was even considering letting Rafael, you know, get to fourth base because life is short.
Right after we had dessert, he ordered drinks for us, I had a Shirley temple and he had some manly drink like scotch, I don't quite remember.
Not important, I'll move on with the story.
A few minutes after he took the first sip, he started sweating profusely and I thought he was just nervous about taking me home or something which I found very unattractive.
I hated people who had overactive sweat glands.
"Are you okay?" I asked him worriedly after he started to take some seriously labored breaths.
This was the worst I had ever seen him look.
"No, call 911," He choked out seconds before he collapsed onto the floor and I screamed in shock.
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Rafael
Romance(#1 in Lust - 16.11.22) Even though I was the one who initiated the kiss, I could tell that I was no longer in control. His large arms wrapped around my waist like tightly-coiled wires, keeping me in place so he could do whatever he wanted with me w...
