And nothing happened.
Not that I am disappointed or anything.
I'm just— not used to having a platonic relationship however pathetic that might sound.
"Wanna watch some TV?"
"Trash TV?"
"Sure, I think the Bachelor is on after the news ends. Up to it?"
"How about a movie?"
"You are the one who suggested trash TV."
"Are you pouting?"
"We could have made a bet on who he chooses. I would have asked for a kiss."
Lych pressed his lips into a tight pout, crossing his arms while turning his back to me.
I dragged my finger on the back of his neck just enough to make his skin shiver.
It was fun to have a guy who despite feeling attraction towards you, treats you, you know, like a normal person.
With rights.
And opinions.
"Fine, but if I win, you do the dishes for the rest of the month."
"Ouch, expensive bet."
"Are you in or not?"
"Fine. Fine. Want popcorn?"
"Sure."
Lych's footsteps echoed as he made his way to the kitchen.
