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The city waking up was much brighter than what Sylus was used to, He strolls leisurely over to the window, looking out to admire the city scape. The accommodations they provided him with were luxurious, but the sprawling space felt a little too lonely. He never really minded the fact but for whatever reason, the current atmosphere in the city made that loneliness feel even more profound.
He fiddles a little with the phone in his hand, looking at the message he sent you. You’d responded so enthusiastically at the prospect of him actually asking you out on a date that you’d mistakenly sent him a voice note of you screaming into the mic, frantically texting him afterwards that it was a total accident. He couldn’t help but laugh when he listened to it, glad that you seemed to be just as interested in going on a date with him as he was with you.
He gets ready for the day quickly, dressing more casually for your brunch date. A part of him wanted to pick you up on his bike, imagining the way you’d cling to him. It’d be a nice way to tease you since you reacted so colourfully to his provocations over text. It just made him want to play with you some more.
“Sylus?”
He looks over his shoulder to see you leaning over him nervously. He offers you a smile, laughing at the way your eyes seem to widen marginally before coming to sit across from him.
“Did you wait long?” you ask as you sit down across from him, lightly preening.
“Not at all. I wanted to come earlier to look at the menu anyway.”
You try to avert his gaze a little nervously, continuing to mess around with your hair and the hem of your clothes. You can feel his eyes follow the movement of your fingers, something you don’t miss as you make a slight noise of surprise.
“Is something the matter?”
“Nothing. I was just admiring how cute you are.”
He leans backward in his seat, slowly taking in the sight of you in front of him.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” you say lamely, prompting him to smile at you again.
“Sweetheart, do you really think I’d say things that I don’t mean? I’m hurt if that’s your perception of me.”
Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, surprised that he used the same pet name for you in person as he does over texts. For whatever reason, you’d assumed that the fact that he called you kitten the first time you two met was simply a fluke but now you’re glad that it’s not the case.
“That’s not what I’m trying to say,” you mutter. “You just didn’t seem like the pet name sort of person.”
You don’t want to tell him to his face that his intimidating demeanour didn’t quite make you think that he was going to be as kind to you as he is. Of course, you still think he’s incredibly handsome, those sharp eyes leisurely taking in every detail of you, but he was almost too handsome. You know he knows it too with the subtle way he moves, almost as though he’s testing your limits and trying to gauge what makes your heart burst.
Even though the two of you had only been speaking for a little over a week, you couldn’t help but lose sleep over him. You knew he knew with the teasing remarks he gave you and now, as he reaches over to take your hand in his and press another kiss to your fingers, you gasp slightly.
“You’re far too easy. Don’t tell me you look at anybody who gives you attention like that,” he purrs, smirking at you.
“You’re the only person I’ve been talking to,” you say honestly, Sylus’ words stirring up a plethora of feelings.
“Good. I was hoping that’d be the answer.”
His fingers tighten their grip on yours, resting your joined hands on the table as his thumb comes to stroke at the back of your hand.
“I won’t be here for too much longer.”
Your eyes widen at the contact, biting your lip as you look back up at him. You don’t know how to ask him what he intended to happen after this first date. You feel his palm press against yours, interlacing your fingers together.
“I wanted to make the most of the time I have left with you.”
His kindness takes a second to sink in, the pause in his voice giving you the ability to tell him no. You don’t know what to make of it, flitting down to look at your joined hands.
“I’m not into flings,” you say after a minute, wondering if this would be your cue to leave.
You retract your hands from his warmth, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further by continuing to spend time with him and have it go nowhere. After a moment you get up to gather your things, trying and failing to take your hand back.
“Did I tell you that we were just going to be a fling?” he asks cooly, gesturing for you to sit back down.
“I just told you that I wanted to make the most of the time I have left. Do you think I wouldn’t be able to keep in contact with you?”
You stare at him, trying to understand what he’s asking you.
“Depending on how much you decide you like me after this date, I’ll be sure to call you and text you every day. You need attention, don’t you?” he teases.
“It’s been clear with how quickly you reply to my messages. I think it’s adorable. I’m more than willing to give you all of the attention you think you need and then some. Just say yes.”
His gaze is intense, daring you to tell him no. You know you don’t have the strength to deny him, nodding shyly much to his pleasure. He knows he’s going to commit the look on your face to memory, relishing in how obvious you are with your tells.
“Good. You won’t be getting rid of me.”
His words sound like a promise to you, one that you’re more than happy to hold him accountable to.