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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
SFW
Chapters:
1
Views:
966
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I've got my boyfriend in my apartment. He's recent, only a few days in, and I find him to be alright. We met at a party whose host's name escapes me, and in a moment of drunken indulgence I obliged him a week-long trial run. His name is Jaden, and he's got snake bites and an eyebrow ring that accentuates a pair of pretty green eyes. I don't realize I've paused in feeding my cats until he clears his throat, leaning on his forearms on the counter as he glances up at me patiently. I meet his eyes as I lift the tab and twist as I pull, pulling the tab off and leaving a naked, unaffected can of chicken paté in its wake.
"Oh," I say. "I guess I need the can opener." Jaden is leaning right in front of the drawer it's in, so I look at him expectantly. He stands up and instead of stepping back, he takes the can out of my hand and finds a spoon.
"I know how to do this," he assures me, and I'm sort of irked because so do I. In a manly show of bravado I thought one could only find in a crappy romcom, he begins ramming the handle of the spoon against the edge of the can. For the first few tries, it only leaves tiny dents.
"Let me just get the can opener," I offer, but he's still in my way.
"I got it," he grunts, still hitting the can as he tells me, "I used to go camping all the time. Forget the can opener, can't get at your spaghetti-o's - it's easy." Using a can opener is easy, I think bitterly. I'm now more annoyed that he's trying to impress me with his intimate knowledge of how to mangle aluminum with eating utensils than the fact that he interrupted my routine - although to be fair, I might have done well to mention that.
I suppose I can't be too annoyed after all when he delivers the final blow, and gravy splatters my counter. He pries the lid off and hands me the spoon, and yeah, it is actually kind of cool. I divvy up the meat and sprinkle it with dry food, and am pleased to see when I turn around that he's wiping off the counter. When he leans over to wipe where the bowls were, he plants a kiss on my shoulder. That's really sweet. I think I'll keep him.
"Oh," I say. "I guess I need the can opener." Jaden is leaning right in front of the drawer it's in, so I look at him expectantly. He stands up and instead of stepping back, he takes the can out of my hand and finds a spoon.
"I know how to do this," he assures me, and I'm sort of irked because so do I. In a manly show of bravado I thought one could only find in a crappy romcom, he begins ramming the handle of the spoon against the edge of the can. For the first few tries, it only leaves tiny dents.
"Let me just get the can opener," I offer, but he's still in my way.
"I got it," he grunts, still hitting the can as he tells me, "I used to go camping all the time. Forget the can opener, can't get at your spaghetti-o's - it's easy." Using a can opener is easy, I think bitterly. I'm now more annoyed that he's trying to impress me with his intimate knowledge of how to mangle aluminum with eating utensils than the fact that he interrupted my routine - although to be fair, I might have done well to mention that.
I suppose I can't be too annoyed after all when he delivers the final blow, and gravy splatters my counter. He pries the lid off and hands me the spoon, and yeah, it is actually kind of cool. I divvy up the meat and sprinkle it with dry food, and am pleased to see when I turn around that he's wiping off the counter. When he leans over to wipe where the bowls were, he plants a kiss on my shoulder. That's really sweet. I think I'll keep him.