Why the Straight One? | Book 1 | bxb

Entry 6 - First "Date"

So it was two days later that we were told to go on our first "date", which was just us getting coffee together. Hold hands and kiss at least once. Those were our rules.

The country was basically going crazy since the king decreed that gay marriage was legal. The story was that Thomas and I had been secret lovers for a while, and were finally able to go out in public. The fact that our wedding was in a few weeks wasn't surprising to people who believed this story. And most people did.

I hadn't spoken to Thomas since the other day when he stormed out, and let's just say I was feeling slightly awkward around him. I knew he didn't want me to get close to him, but that's pretty impossible if we are supposed to kiss.

We were standing by the door, waiting for the car to be brought around, and I decided I better break the silence, since he wasn't jumping at that job.

"So, are you going to be able to handle this?"

"What?" It's a good thing I'm not sensitive, because I could have gotten mad about how he snapped at me.

"You know, kissing and stuff. Didn't want you to run off and leave me with the check if I get to close to you."

"Don't worry about that."

"Okay, but o got to let you in on something. When we kiss, I'm going to have to get a lot closer to you then I was the other day. That's just how kissing works." There were several servants were standing around us, but none were close enough that they could hear.

Thomas seemed to remember something, and took a step closer to me. Suddenly, his arms were around me, and he was looking down into my eyes.

"I think I understand how kissing works. Thanks for your concern." He leaned down and kissed my cheek, putting on a show for the people around us. A show that meant nothing to him, but made my heart flutter in excitement. Damn, he was a good actor.

"Just don't forget to let them see your ring." The hard ring still felt strange against the finger it encircled. I'd have to get used to the feeling though.

He pulled away as soon as the car arrived, and let me into the back seat, before getting in himself.

The chauffeur pulled out of the driveway, and I looked around the expensive interior of the car. So this was where all my taxes were going.

There was a closed partition between us and the driver, so Thomas didn't feel the urge to sit close to me, or show any signs of affection.

He looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth. Asshole. It couldn't have been that bad! It wasn't even my mouth!

As soon as we pulled into the coffee shop, that completely changed though. The door opened, and suddenly my hand was in his, and he was leading me out and into the coffee shop.

The idea was that we would start with something small, like coffee, and work our way up to an actual dinner date.

Apparently some of the media knew about our date, and where waiting with cameras outside the shop. Thomas pulled me closer with one arm, and pushed through the crowd. I brought my left hand up to cover my eyes from the flashes of light, and to discreetly show my ring to the world. Security guards swarmed around us, and I couldn't help but think that this was a big deal for two people getting coffee.