Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 21: Love Shouldn't Hurt.

♡George pov♡

The waitress came back with our drinks and we ordered food. Of course, I ordered the least expensive thing on the menu. Clay smiled and shook his head.

"He'll get a steak, too." Clay said.

I shot him a glare.

"Clay, no." I mumbled.

"How would you like that done?" The waitress asked.

I've never had steak before. I never had the money for it.

I looked at Clay for help.

"Medium well." Clay stated.

Stacy nodded and walked away. I sighed, and Clay smiled.

"I've never even had steak before." I mumbled.

"Really?" He asked.

I nodded.

"It's good. I promise. I'm sorry for ordering something you've never had. I just noticed you only ordered a small salad because it was the cheapest on the menu." He pointed out.

I rolled my eyes.

"You caught me." I giggled.

He smiled and reached his hand towards mine. I intertwined our fingers. He gently kissed the back of my hand.

"You're beautiful, George. You know that, right?" He asked softly.

"You tell me at least five times a day." I replied.

He kissed the back of my hand again.

♡Clay pov♡

George and I got our food. I got to see his reaction to try steak for the first time. He really liked it, which made me happy.

"Do you like wine, George?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Would you like me to get us a bottle to go?" I asked.

He reached his hand towards the bill, which was sat in front of me. I snatched it before he could grab it. I hid it in my pocket.

"Clay. Let me see how much the meal was." He demanded.

I shook my head, and Stacy came back to the table.

"Would you like a wine to go, Clay?" She asked.

I usually did when I came here.

"Yes, please. George, what kind do you like?" I asked him.

The attention was on him, which made him blush.

"Uh, Chardonney." He mumbled.

I smiled.

"That's one of my favorites." I told him.

"I'll get that bottle then." Stacy said.

She walked away.

"Are you gonna be okay with drinking? That was on your list of things that made you uncomfortable." I pointed out.

He nodded.

"I think I'll be alright. You don't get violent when you're drunk, right?" He asked quietly.

I carefully grabbed both his hands in mine, shaking my head.

"No, no, baby. Of course not. I wouldn't have even suggested the bottle if I acted that way while I was intoxicated. I promise I'm nothing like him." I assured him.

"I'm sorry for doubting you and being hesitant all the time." He apologized.

I shook my head again.

"Please don't apologize, my love. I completely understand why you're hesitant. Your feelings are valid, George. It doesn't make me upset when you're hesitant. It makes me a little sad knowing why, but I don't get upset with you." I told him.