“We haven’t even been on one proper date yet,” I moaned, getting ready to leave his flat
“We went to the supermarket and had coffee afterwards.”
I fought hard not to roll my eyes. But if he was counting that, then I was that bit closer to having my man claim me.
“And we’ve watched a rugby game together.”
I got an idea and my face split in a grin. “More than one game actually.”
Cory managed to keep a serious face. “The second one doesn’t count because you’d come with Pete.”
“I wasn’t on a date with him though.”
Cory shook his head. “Not with me either.”
I wasn’t going to give up that easily though. “Doesn’t today count as a date? We ate together, hung out, made out.”
“But didn’t go out. That’s the key thing.”
I punched his arm. “You’re no fun.”
Back came his smirk. “I think you’ll find that I’m plenty of fun.”
Bastard made my dick harden…again, and refused to help me out with it.