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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 9:36 pm
Nick’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Well, sadly I think…” He paused, taking one of the fried cheese sticks and holding it while he thought. “You know, that’s fine. You’ll just have to come shopping with me after you finish up your day. So I’ll come see you work, we’ll hit the store, then you can watch me cook us the best dinner you’ve ever eaten. That sounds like quite a deal, if I do say so myself.”
He really...liked this. This vibe that he had with Virell, this...utter chemistry that the two of them seemed to share. It was really nice...and he wanted to see where it would lead…
Compared to to Arias...Virell was a breath of fresh air...and that was really nice. It was all the excitement that Ashanite brought to his life...but none of the danger. ...even though he sort of missed the dangerous side of things...this was really, really...nice.
The blonde raised his glass into the air slightly. “To us, Relly. To us.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 9:36 pm
Virell seemed happy to toast to that and lifted his glass, clinking it against Nick's. "To us, absolutely!"
As per tradition, he took a swig of his drink and set it back down--quickly, so he could finish eating his mozzarella stick.
Flirting was a game, not necessarily something meant to be taken seriously. It might have been a courting technique, but it was the least trustworthy of any of them. Say nice things, appeal to someone's ego.
Virell was flirting with Nick--and had been, nearly from the time he'd first met him.
Only, as his eyes flickered back to those of the man in front of him, he realized that this hadn't just been flirting. Not on his end, at least. There had been at least a small bit of truth to everything he'd said, and his heart raced just a little quicker when he realized that he wasn't as immune to true fondness.
He wasn't sure where this thing between them was going--if it even was a thing--but he was sure of one thing, and Virell felt his ears burn just faintly. He reached up to comb his hair over them, hiding it as best he could.
He had a crush on Nick.
That was the only explanation for the butterflies tickling his stomach, for the way his heart was racing, for the way he still had a giddy, lopsided smile on his face.
Oh, yeah. This could be a problem.
Or, said the small part in his heart that still glistened with hope, This could be great.
Truthfully, he told Nick, "I can't wait. I'm really looking forward to tonight."
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