I strip off my shirt when I get to the car, reaching to the back seat for the hoodie and shrugging it on.
I can't believe I jerked someone off... that I let them jerk me off in a public bathroom.
And I loved it.
There's just something about Bible. When I am around him, I loose all functioning braincells.
I settle in my seat and starts scrolling through my phone as I wait for Bible but he doesn't keep me waiting long.
He opens the passengers door and slides into it. "So, where are we going?"
"Nowhere grand. There's this little restaurant I used to visit when I first oved here. Their food is amazing and I miss it. They should still be open."
"I can't wait. I'm starving. I haven't had anything since breakfast."
"Really?" I turn to him, shocked. The breakfast I made before he had to leave was a light one. Surely there's no way he hasn't eaten anything all day. "That's not good. You shouldn't starve yourself."
I reach for his hand from across the console and take it into mine, squeezing gently.
"You do that a lot, you know that?"
"What?"
"Hold my hand. I don't even think you realize it sometimes. It just comes naturally to you."
I look down at our joined hands and realize that he's telling the truth.
"I love the connection and intimacy of handholding."
"I like it too," he says and I smile at how shy he gets when I act tender towards him. The rest of the drive is spent in comfortable silence and we don't speak again until I am pulling over at a little run down restaurant.
There's something homey and unpretentious about it. When Bible and I walk in, the chef rushes to welcome us, leading us to an empty table. There are a few people scattered in the place and I figure they're close to closing.
Bible sits beside me and I don't waste time reaching for his hands under the table.
"Do you like it? It's nothing fancy but there food is perfect."
"Such high praise," his eyes glint with mischief.
"Yeah well, I know what I am talking about. I used to visit here a lot and it's quite a shame that I don't get the time to come over here anymore. I especially loved their Pad Krapow Moo Saap. I've tried making it at home but it never tastes as good as theirs."
His hand squeeze mine and I smile gently at him before we are interrupted by the chef with our food and it's just as good as I remember it.
"You are right, this is amazing," he exclaims as he digs in.
We don't talk much as we enjoy our meal, and each other's company.
With Bible, I don't feel like I need to pretend to be something I am not. I don't need to fill the silence with meaningless small talk.
When we are done eating, Bible offers to pay but I don't let him. Since I am the one who asked him out, I insist on covering our bill which isn't a lot. It's funny that small establishments with the most delicious food don't even charge much for it.
Bible is silent when we walk to my car and I figure that something is wrong so I ask him about it.
"I just... Is it okay if I spend the night at my place tonight?"
I don't understand why he would be worried about asking me that. He doesn't exactly need to be attached to my hip just because we are dating.
"Of course," I see reaching for his nape and leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'll drop you off."
"Thankyou," he says flashing me an easy smile.
A few minutes later I am pulling over at his apartment complex but he doesn't immediately get out.
"Thankyou for tonight," he whispers leaning to press his lips against my cheek. "Text me when you get home, okay?"
I nod at his words and watch him get away. He offers me a small wave and I watch as he disappears into his building before finally driving home.
I text him a message the second I get into my house and receive one back immediately. There's a smile on my face when I see it's a selfies of him in bed with his cat. He did mention that his brother stays with his cat when he's away.
I send him a goodnight text before getting ready for bed too.
If someone had told me I would be dating a guy, I would definitely called them crazy but Bible's got me feeling like a teenager again.
All this giddy feeling feels too good to be true and part of me is terrified that reality will come slapping in and ruin everything.
I pull up Bible's photo like the love sick fool that I am and stare into the man and his cat.
Into the man who has stolen my heart in such a short time and I realize that I don't want to loose this feeling.
Or the man.
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