Home Date Night: Pizza Is Pizza I Guess

“So who’d you kill?” I asked infusing a measure of seriousness into my tone.

He looked at me puzzled. Confusion stretched the lines on his face making him look cuter.

“Say what now?” He said ruffling his hair. I was beginning to believe this was a habit. He mixed the action with a smile that indicated uncertainty.

I had to take another look at the place. The house was done in silver. The interior decorator paid a lot of attention to the details. The furnishing wasn’t much in quantity but made up for the lapses in quality. All the things a rich bachelor would need. It all had the quicksilver theme. The place boosted imposing masculinity which was odd given his personality. I was used to all these and didn’t feel out of place at all. In fact, I felt quite at home.

“I must say, i’m impressed by your house.”

He laughed nervously and said, “Thank you.”

The plain T-shirt he wore clung perfectly to his athletic form. He wore it perfectly with loose camo-colored cargo pants. Simple but wickedly hot.

My attempt at being simple was wearing a dress, a light yellow chiffon gown. The only accessory I thought of carrying for the journey was my bracelet with four lucky charms I handpicked myself.

Toby was staring at me now. His expression was hard to read but I found myself giggling regardless. 

“What?” I asked between laughs.

“I just can’t believe you’re here.” His eyes glowed with admiration. I couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at me that way. It felt good.

I let him stare for a while before I switched position from the sofa entering my Dora the Explorer mode. I walked slowly and deliberately letting my eyes move on the paintings along the wall.

“I can’t believe I’m here either,” I said watching a portrait of a child lost and forgotten surrounded by darkness. Something about the sad painting was weirdly appealing. It was safe to say Toby Roberts had a thing for art.

As a boy, he was fond of making terrible sketches on every surface he could find in school. They had to put a personal ban on him to stop the young maestro when it eventually got out of hand. The little devil had sketched circles and lines on the principal’s desk claiming it was the Universe. 

“Do you still sketch?” I asked throwing him a glance.

He looked shocked hearing my question. Maybe he didn’t expect me to remember after so many years.

“You’re going to call it that. Sketch? It’s official. You’re evil.” We both chuckled as I traced my steps back to the sofa.”

He walked over from the spot he had been standing awkwardly since I walked in. Toby took my hand in his and felt the skin of my palm. My right hand. He felt my knuckles letting his touch remain gentle. I had no idea what was going on but I liked it.

“You have so much tension here.” He spoke softly as he concentrated on my right hand. He picked up my left hand and did the same thing.

“I have so much tension everywhere. Smooth move going for the hands first.” I teased with a wink. He smiled shyly letting my hands go. You’re not supposed to let go. Ahhhh!

He walked away disappearing to where I can only assume was the kitchen.

“Let’s see what I can whip up fast.” His muffled voice sneaked from the kitchen. The house was so comfortable it was impossible to feel the heat even with my denim jacket i wore on top of my gown. I wanted to take it off but how will I do that without the heat being my excuse for the action.

I struggled out of the jacket and tossed it on the edge of the sofa. My gown clung to my flesh like wax. The skin on my arm was left exposed as my perky firm boobs fitted perfectly in the gown.

The sound of something frying pulled me out of my deep thoughts. Eggs. Toby Roberts was making eggs for me. My cheeks glowed a different shade. I walked through the doorway and froze on the spot. Gotcha!

Toby stood there drooling while I pretended not to notice. His eyes on my body made me feel hot inside. He didn’t blink or twitch till the scent of burnt egg hit us both hard.

Very soon there was smoke everywhere and he was coughing. There goes the romantic meal.

He eventually walked back to the sitting room and collapsed on the bean-shaped settee. We were both laughing. Probably because we were thinking about the same thing. Our science practice went wrong. Philip Mitchens had almost created an atomic bomb and had almost taken the school down along with the whole of LA.

“What do you think about Pizza?” Toby shot at me like he just had the best idea in the world.

“I love it.” And I did. As long as it’s not cold and stale. And there wasn’t too much cheese. Or pepperoni. Well, pizza is pizza I guess. And I loved pizza.

The pizza came early with a bucket of ice cream. He tipped the delivery guy so well that the young man offered to sing the company’s anthem.

Toby kept staring at me like he was waiting for the right time to do or say something. His shyness was cute. I liked it. That was when I noticed I was already starting to like him. Which if I was being honest was a strange thing to be happening.

“Would you mind so much if I kissed you right now?” The voice echoed in my head. I was almost convinced I had imagined it till I saw Toby’s expression as his steel-blue eyes searched mine.

I breathed out before saying, “But right now-” 

My heart was beating hard. It was painful. I tried thinking but it felt like the workers inside my brain had suddenly gone on strike leaving the engines to stop turning. 

“Yes. This very minute.” He completed.