From The Dining Table [H.S]

Chapter 21:

"I didn't think you'd want to do anything else... I thought you'd like a proper date" I say, wondering where this is coming from. I get she loosens up with alcohol but, I don't want her to do something she doesn't want to.

I'm not saying that the first time I didn't want that either, but that was different. That was a hook up. This isn't some hook up. She's my girlfriend and I want to respect her.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, sounding bewildered, "Why wouldn't I? I only want a good date to end that way" she says.

I widen my eyes, I can't believe what I'm hearing, "You didn't want me to even bring you flowers" I say shaking my head. I swear she's bipolar.

She laughs, "So!?" she says shaking her head, "Doesn't mean I don't want some."

I close my eyes again, needing a second to breathe. She's driving me crazy when she talks like that. I want her NOW. I make sure I'm not having another day dream. I open my eyes again. I'm not day dreaming. She's really saying this.

"Well" I begin, swallowing hard, "Then if that's what you want, we will go back to my place after this" I say with a slight smirk. This wasn't on my agenda at all. But if she wants to sleep with me, I'm so down for that.

She furrows her eyebrows, looking a bit confused.

"Or your place, but I thought Mack would be there, so I figured we could have some privacy at mine" I say, just in case she wanted to in her apartment.

She shakes her head, "I was just thought we'd go somewhere for it" she says, like there was a sign behind her that stated the obvious.

Wait. Go somewhere?

"Like a hotel?"

"What? No. That's not a legit place. I'm talking like somewhere people go often" she says.

Oh my gosh. She is freaky!

"Babe, I don't think that would be good for either of our careers if we went somewhere public to... you know" I say, trying to bring her down. She's only had a glass of wine but she's acting like she drank seven shots of straight tequila.

"Well I just wanted it somewhere other than your house but if you feel more comfortable there, then we can just eat it at your house" she says, playing with the edge of her napkin.

"Eat what?" I ask. I'm so confused at this point. She wants me to eat he-

"Ice cream" she says, cutting off my dirty thoughts.

Ice cream.

She was talking about ice cream.

Not sex.

"Ice cream" I say, finally understanding what she's been saying. She thinks a perfect date ends with ice cream. I'm going to hell for thinking sex. That's all I must think about with her.

"Yeah ice cream, what did you think I meant?" she asks laughing before her face changes to realization when she figured out what I thought she was meaning. "Harry!"

"I'm sorry! But you've been just sitting here teasing me and then say you want 'more' at the end of our date. I just thought you meant you wanted to go back to my place" I say, hopefully explaining myself enough.

She just laughs, "No, Harry! That isn't what I meant at all. I love ice cream and I just thought you knew I meant going out for ice cream" she says, putting her hands to her face and shaking her head. I can tell she is a little embarrassed. And to be honest, so am I.

"But, how was I supposed to know that!" I ask her, laughing a little at the whole stupidity of it all.

She shakes her head, "Oh, I don't know" she says, "I guess I figured you can read minds or something" she laughs at herself and looks at me. Her cheeks are red again. All it took was a little awkwardness to bring her back.