Stoic & Cold
According to my observation and her sister's stories, those are adjectives that suit Dom. A whole three minutes have passed and he's still staring directly at me, not a single word. I won't deny, he is giving me the collywobbles - he is making me nervous and conscious. If he's ugly, I'll probably call him a creep (but he is not).
"You're not eating?"
We're currently in Taco Bell. I demanded for a treat, I ordered beyond my stomach capacity, and he paid without a word or expression.
"Probably not enough for a pig like you."
I'm not fat. I'm not thin. I'm in between, the like of having double chin when texting. I can't tell if he was teasing or being opinionated but I know I have to retaliate to defend my honor.
Securing the taco in place, I smirked at him, "I don't want to hear that from a guy wearing heart-designed boxers."
He blushed. His pale, stoic face is all red with an expression suppressing his embarrassment. Dom feigns a cough as he pulls his pants higher hiding his "secret".
We didn't attempt another conversation after his boxers reveal. He didn't ask me if it's okay to drive me home, he just pulled me by wrist and shove me in his ride.
I didn't complain. I'm sitting in his passenger seat enjoying the shared music interest evident from our synchronized humming of Boys Like Girls songs.
He didn't ask for my house location but I didn't have to say anything because his turns are familiar, I felt safe.
"Thank you." He called me pig but he helped me pick my shoes, fed me, drove me home, and even opening the door for me. His toothy smile brags chivalry in modern age.
He's not stoic and cold. At some moments, yes but spontaneously shows different expressions. It makes you want to uncover more.
We stood in front of my house. Waiting for one to pull away from the staring contest until he clears his throat and says, "If it's you, I think it's okay to see me with only boxers on since you grew a liking to my current wear."
My mouth hung open. I feel my face getting warmer. I tried to make a comeback but when I recovered he already took off.
I deny my internal compliments about him. He's a conceited pervert!
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