"Milo!" I hear Kimmy call from the other room.
Today was date night, and I was currently getting ready and waiting for Brennan to pick me up. Thankfully, Kimmy is taking Zoe for the night.
"One moment!" I call back, my hands fumbling around with the stupid tie. It's genuinely starting to frustrate me.
I groan, slamming my hands down on the counter. Brennan was supposed to be here any minute now and the last thing I needed to do was tie on a tie. However, life just decided to go against me always.
"Need any help?"
Well fuck me.
"I got it. How hard can tying a tie possibly be?" I shrug, and Brennan just smirks.
I begin to struggle again, before he jumps in and swats my hands away. I pout, and he just chuckles, tying the light blue tie within a matter of seconds.
"There." He tells me softly as he adjusts it around my neck.
"You're not supposed to be in here. I was going to walk out and surprise you at the door with my stunning looks." I tease, and Brennan just laughs.
"This is a date, not a high school dance," Brennan playfully rolls his eyes. "Also you have Kimmy to thank for letting me in."
More like sock in the face I thought to myself.
"Yeah, yeah, let's just get going. And I swear to god if it's a cliche fancy restaurant I'm suing."
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I looked around at all the fancy gold and silver decor as I walked in the fancy restaurant. I send a glare over to Brennan, and he gives me a sly smile in response.
"Really?" I tilt my head, trying to suppress my laugh.
"Hey, I had this date planned for like, ever. Just trust me with the food at this place." He takes my hand and plants a light kiss on the back of it in reassurance.
A waitress soon comes and leads us to a table to be seated, and that's when I notice what the food is. It all seems very middle eastern.
"Interesting taste." I look over my menu to Brennan, and he just gives me a nod, looking over the menu seriously.
"It's just the type of food I grew up with." He tells me, and I give him a surprised look.
"You're middle eastern?" I set down my menu and he gives a hesitant nod.
"My mom is. My dad is from Spain. I guess you can imagine what type of religious household it was." The tone in Brennan's voice changed, and I can tell it wasn't really a good subject to press on.
"Well, then why don't you order me something that's good?" I fold up my menu and place it down in the middle of the table.
He makes eye contact with me, and I give him a smile.
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Over the duration of the date night, I had made the executive decision to be an absolute tease.
"Want a piece of my cake?"
Brennan quickly puts down his glass of champagne, and tries not to cough it all up.
"I'm sorry, what?"
I held up the slice of chocolate cake I had just got. "Cake? Want some cake?" I gave him an innocent smile, but yet we both knew it wasn't so innocent as it led on to be.
"If it was a different type of cake, then yes, I would want it." He wink suggestively at me, and I continue to feign a clueless demeanor.
"Oh. So vanilla? Red velvet? Oh, how about tres leches?" I dig into my piece of chocolate cake and take a bite.
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Unraveled
Romance*COMPLETED* My names Milo Eriksson. I moved to a small town in Connecticut after living in Stockholm for sixteen years of my life. I've been here in America for two years and as soon as he laid eyes on me, it seemed like he was determined to make m...
