Chapter 3 is this a date?

Chapter 3: is this a date?

Ben Pov

"You okay?" he asked me as I gazed at him.

He asked if I was okay.

No, I was not okay.

I was trying to hold back and control all the emotions right now that were running through my body.

This was hard; I was a man, a gay man who had never felt or been attracted to anyone like this before, until him.

So, no, I was not okay. But I needed to be okay to get through this day. I need to be nice and friendly so everything can return to how it was before.

"Yeah I'm fine just didn't think you would be here so soon."

I said, avoiding his eyes and looking back at the clock. At 1:25 p.m., I turned around to find him smiling; I felt confused about why he kept staring at me and smiling.

My eyes widened when I realized I didn't invite him in.

"Do you want to come in until it's time to leave?" I said to him.

Jesse nodded, and I moved away from the door to let him in.

"Nice place you got here; it looks comfy," he said, smiling.

Jesse walked to the couch and sat down, still with a smile on his face. He placed the bag of food he was holding on the coffee table.

"Sure make yourself at home, Jesse," I said teasingly, taking even myself off guard.

I was not someone who normally behaved like that. I closed the front door and walked further into where Jesse sat.

"Can I get you anything? It's the least I can do from what you did for me yesterday—giving me food and stuff." I said, not knowing what to say.

"Haha, you're funny, yeah. If you don't mind, I'm kind of hungry. I would like a sandwich and a glass of juice." He said, playfully looking at the food bag on the coffee table.

I didn't know how long I stood there staring at him, and I don't know which one got me the most.

Jesse is laughing at my lame joke or giving me that smile that has my heart beating.

"You want me to make you a sandwich?" I asked him, shaking my head and heading towards my kitchen after grabbing the bag of food he brought in off the coffee table.

"Yes, please! Can I watch some TV also? Since you told me to make myself at home," he said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and nodded, letting him know it was fine.

I took some of the food out of the containers and placed them on the plates I took out. I realized that I was smiling.

What's going on with me? Why am I even smiling like this?

I am in my kitchen, preparing a plate of food for myself and this football player I met yesterday for the first time. Who happens to be sitting down and watching TV in my living room.

Yet, I didn't mind doing this because I wanted to, and the strange thing is I had a feeling that made me feel that I could see myself doing this more often.

This shocked me. I shook my thoughts away and braced myself to appear in front of Jesse again.

After putting the food on the plate, I went to the fridge and grabbed a gallon of apple juice to pour into each cup.

I placed it back in the fridge, took a straw from my straw cup, and put it in the cup of juice. I grabbed the plate with the sandwich, grabbed the cup, and started heading towards the living room.

When I reached the living room, I saw Jesse staring at me. Feeling strangely undressed by his eyes, I avoided eye contact and placed the sandwich and drink on the coffee table before him.

"Your meal is ready, sir," I said. He didn't reply, so I figured what I said annoyed him, but when I looked up, I saw him giving me a smirk.

"Thank you; I appreciate it." He said as he took his plate.

He grabbed his sandwich and took a bite; his eyes widened.

"Mmm, this is really good, this is so good," he said, taking another bite. I laughed as I sat down to eat the sandwich as well.

It was delicious, and I would have to ask him where he picked up the food.

"So you ready to see the big city?" I asked him, sounding like a teacher taking a child on a field trip.

He nodded his head while eating his sandwich. I looked at him well; he looked good today and comfortable.

"Yeah! I'm pretty excited. As I mentioned, it's my first time being here, and I didn't want to just sit around and do nothing." He said, drinking his juice and taking a napkin from the coffee table. I understood what he meant by that.

There was no point in not exploring a place you would be visiting or staying in to see what the place offers.

We both continued eating and chatting with each other about random things. When we were both done, I stood up and stretched.

He quickly held on to it as I was about to grab his plate. "I can wash my own plate, you know." He said, causing me to hold back a laugh.

Was he doing it on purpose? Joking?

I looked at him and gave him a smirk. He looked confused about why I was smiling at him, but then I could see when it dawned on him, and he started laughing.

"Ha, who would have thought, well, alright then? Guess I deserve that."

I chuckled and walked away. Knowing he would say something, I speed-walked into my kitchen. "Was that a laugh I heard Ben?"

There was something about the way he said my name.

It felt like he saying it as if it was the most important thing to him.

I shook my head and stopped when I reached the sink, knowing he couldn't see me shaking my head. "No. There was something in my throat." I said in a joking tone. This was going to be something that was just our thing, something that we would find ourselves doing with each other.

I found myself stopping myself from thinking such a thing; he and I would most likely only hang out for today. I don't know why I even had that thought in the first place.

I washed our plates and cups, drying them and putting them away.

"Ready to go?" I asked, walking towards the coat rack to grab my coat.

"So you live alone?" Jesse asked, getting up.

I turned around to face him, lifting a brow to the question he asked.

"Yeah, it's just me. It's common though." I said to him

"Do you like living alone?" He asked.

I froze.

I didn't expect that question and didn't even know how to answer it.

"Ben?" He said.

He called my name and brought my attention back to him; he had a concerned look on his face.

"Sorry for asking. I was just being nosey," he said, coming closer to me. I found myself backing away from each step he took.

We played this little dance until I found myself leaning on the wall. Jesse walked up to me and stared down at me. Now that he was this close to me, I noticed he was taller than me. I could smell him. He was wearing this really lovely cologne, and I found myself getting addicted to the way it smelled.

"Ben?" Jesse said; I didn't look up at him and continued to stare at where his collarbone was.

I was afraid to look up at him, to make eye contact with him because if I did, there would be no way I could mask my attraction to him. He had me cornered, and I had no idea why he was standing in front of me or why I was against the wall.

"Hey, Sunshine." He said, causing me to look up at him with wide eyes.

Sunshine? What? Why did he call me that?

He raised his hand and moved a piece of my hair that fell on my forehead.

He was touching me.

I held my breath as Jesse made direct eye contact with me.

He backed away from me and smiled while opening the door.

"I'm ready, let's go." He said, holding the door open for me.

I was confused; what did he just do? What was that?

I turned to face him, but Jesse still stared at me, waiting for me to walk out the door.

I didn't even know what to say. This was my first time going on a date with anyone.

Wait, what did I just think? This isn't a date, Ben. You're just showing him around.

Get that through your head; no one will ever be interested in you that way.

This guy isn't attracted to you like you're attracted to him.

I pushed back my thoughts and walked towards the front door.

This wasn't the time, but why did he do that?

I looked up at him, confused about what had happened. Was he not going to talk about it? About him calling me sunshine?

"Where do you want to go first?" I asked him, walking out the front door.

My voice came out raspy, and I cleared my throat. I was surprised that I sounded like that.

I turned to face Jesse, he closed the front door and waited for me to lock it.

I asked him again.

"Where do you want to go first?" I said, not making eye contact with him; Jesse leaned over me, his mouth next to my ear, taking me off guard.

"I'll go wherever you want to go," he said, sending a shiver down my back.

It's safe to say he is flirting with me now.

Right?

(* Kassandra speaks*)

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