So here I was.
Grown man man ordering a "Cutsie Cutsie Grass Popping Boba" for my wife-
The guy I have been locking up and experimenting on for over two months now.
Despite the ridiculous name for a tapioca drink with matcha flavor, the date wasn't that bad. I almost felt bad it was going to be ruined.
My poor pup was wiggling his tail left to right waiting for his diabet-inducing drink. I have never seen Luther smile before.
Sure, smirks and ironic laughs-
That I got a lot of, but a genuine smile?
It wasn't good for my heart. And for my plans.
I'm either gonna stop this warm, fuzzy feeling growing in my chest or I need to have Luther feel it more than me.
"Get yourself one too!"
"No, thank you. I'd rather not have my teeth falling out by the time I'm forty."
Luther scoffed. Then carried on slurping his drink and looking around.
I must admit that I feel anxious letting him run free like that.
Sure, there is not much he can do. Yet I'd rather have a hold of him.
