I'm His Special Flower (BoyxBoy) ✔️

Chapter 22: That Good Meat

🔥Conner's POV🔥

I am an asshole. I am out with Luke, enjoying this amazing date, and at random moments I am getting these rushes of smug pride. Being able to walk around with Luke, publicly showing that we were dating and he was mine, was doing it for me more than I would like to admit.

While Luke is laughing like a donkey and an angel gave birth to a giggle I am soaking up his attention like a horny dog. I should not be enjoying showing him off in public as much as I am.

We had walked along the beach for less than an hour, the stands were there and we were able to pick up some matching bracelets among other things but the Toronto wind was not calming down for any couples trying to have a cute beach date. I admitted that I was cold and the moment that Luke agreed we drove off to get something to eat.

I hadn't planned out where we would eat and left it up to Luke and my adorable boyfriend knowing all about my love for any good meat suggested Montana's; I couldn't have agreed fast enough.

"Ugh, I love Montana's," Luke sighed once we were seated at our table. Luke, just as eager to eat as I was, had made a call-ahead and we were seated the moment we stepped into the restaurant. Luke was shimmy-ing his way over to me from his spot at our half circle booth and soon I felt his thigh pressed against mine.

"You know my family used to come here every other month before my mom went vegetarian and my sister followed suit," Luke commented looking around at the decor with a familiarity in his eyes.

I had messed with the napkins that had rolled up our forks and spoons and now all of my utensils were laid out in front of me; I was a kid at heart and this was just an old habit that I hadn't let go of. I thought about what Luke said and soon smiled when another thought came to mind.

"So you used me and my money to come back here again?" I asked teasingly. I leaned in dangerously close to my boyfriend and by his gaping mouth he was not expecting the comment. Soon though he got my true meaning but didn't laugh.

"Psh, please. If I was dating you for money I would have broken up with you and headed to Grindr for a real sugar daddy," he trailed his eyes up and down my body and scoffed as if he was unimpressed. "By the way 'daddy' also means a real man and you sir are not one."

I could not help myself when I burst out laughing, laughing so loudly that three of the tables near us turned to figure out who was making so much noise. Luke broke too and laughed with me–a lot quieter may I add–but his cheeks were just as red and in that moment we were far from romantic or boyfriend looking. But we were happy and that was way more important.

"Wow babe, I'm hurt," I pouted, as fake looking as I possibly could. And just like that Luke was back in character.

"Oh suck it up."

He was grinning; I was grinning. We looked fucking evil, and that is what our server saw when she walked up to our table.

Our pleasantly professional server, Brianna, convinced Luke to try their new "Summer in Paradise" drink while I was happy to get a raspberry lemonade. Closing the drink menu, I handed it to the kind brunette but Luke was glaring at me with full judgment.

"You are so effing basic Conner," he told me. I waited for his teasing or joking face to finally make an appearance but Luke was completely serious.

"Oh come on, raspberry lemonade is popular for a reason Luke, you cannot judge me for liking raspberry lemonade." I argued.

"Oh I can and I will; pepperoni pizza is probably one of the best selling pizzas out there but it is so basic it is the only thing children ask for because of their picky tastes," he countered his hands flying around as he proved his point.