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offered to cook for Gwendolyn, but for some reason, making truffles for her seemed like it would be cheating on Moira. I certainly wasn't going to make truffles for myself, or make them all that often regardless.
I looked at Moira, wondering what she was thinking.
"If we make them at home for other people, it's going to feel weird," she said.
"Yeah."
I watched her think about it. "Until I've had my third date from you, I don't want you making truffles for anyone other than me," she said. "And I want a three-month moratorium afterwards before you make them for some guy."
I laughed. "How about my father?"
She smiled. "Oh, all right. You can make them for your father."
We wandered through the store, finding the items in the list. Moira took to standing behind me while we looked at something together, her arms wrapped around me slightly with her hands on my arms. I could feel her breath on my neck. At one point I turned around, and our lips were inches apart.
"Not yet," I told her quietly. "But I am enjoying being here with you."
She nodded.
Neither of us needed very many of the items on the list. I was becoming increasingly distracted by Moira's warmth behind me. Before we were done shopping, I waited until she was standing behind me again and turned my head to look at her.
"I don't want you to back off," I said. "This is nice. But sort of hold it at this point. Is that all right?"
She nodded. "More than all right."
She did back off a little, which disappointed me, but she stayed close and I could feel her warmth. She continued to touch me at every opportunity. My arms were starting to become over stimulated from the attention, and I didn't know what to offer instead.
She did. She shifted behind me while we were looking at candy thermometers. I had one, but Moira didn't. She shifted slightly to my right and then I felt her hand move from my arm to my shoulder, then slide down my back and rest on my hip. She gave me momentary shivers, but when she did it again, it felt nice. I leaned against her slightly in encouragement, just for a moment.
We added one of the candy thermometers to our basket and moved to the registers, separating my purchases from hers. She offered to pay for mine, but I refused. We each paid and had enough time to drop our bags off at her car. We held hands during the walk.
The cooking school is directly above the store. We arrived just as the instructor and two assistants were opening the doors. I had attended a couple of classes with this instructor before and had really liked her. She knew Moira on sight. Moira introduced me.
"You look familiar," she said.
"I took your bread class two years ago," I told her. "And a sushi class last year. I think you taught that."
She nodded.
"I sold Mandy her house," Moira told me. "That's how I learned about the cooking school."
Mandy led us to the best seats for the class then turned to greet her next students. Moira turned me to face her. "Which side do you want me on?"
I laughed. "My arms are over-stimulated, but I don't want you to stop."
"You have two legs," she said mischievously.
I sat down in the left of the two seats we'd been given and Moira took the right. After we settled in, Moira took my hand while we looked around.
The cooking school was a beautiful place of wood, stainless steel, and bright lights. We were seated towards the middle. This was to be a participation class, meaning we would get to try everything ourselves, but Mandy would be demonstrating everything first, and we had front row seats.
One of the attendants stopped by and asked what we would like to drink. "Herbal tea for me," I said. Moira asked for the same. Then we turned slightly sideways to face each other.
She was studying me. I wasn't sure why. I felt she was looking for something. I studied her back.
All this was very strange for me. I was on a date with a woman, a woman nearly ten years older than I was. She was treating me better than any man ever had, and I
I looked at Moira, wondering what she was thinking.
"If we make them at home for other people, it's going to feel weird," she said.
"Yeah."
I watched her think about it. "Until I've had my third date from you, I don't want you making truffles for anyone other than me," she said. "And I want a three-month moratorium afterwards before you make them for some guy."
I laughed. "How about my father?"
She smiled. "Oh, all right. You can make them for your father."
We wandered through the store, finding the items in the list. Moira took to standing behind me while we looked at something together, her arms wrapped around me slightly with her hands on my arms. I could feel her breath on my neck. At one point I turned around, and our lips were inches apart.
"Not yet," I told her quietly. "But I am enjoying being here with you."
She nodded.
Neither of us needed very many of the items on the list. I was becoming increasingly distracted by Moira's warmth behind me. Before we were done shopping, I waited until she was standing behind me again and turned my head to look at her.
"I don't want you to back off," I said. "This is nice. But sort of hold it at this point. Is that all right?"
She nodded. "More than all right."
She did back off a little, which disappointed me, but she stayed close and I could feel her warmth. She continued to touch me at every opportunity. My arms were starting to become over stimulated from the attention, and I didn't know what to offer instead.
She did. She shifted behind me while we were looking at candy thermometers. I had one, but Moira didn't. She shifted slightly to my right and then I felt her hand move from my arm to my shoulder, then slide down my back and rest on my hip. She gave me momentary shivers, but when she did it again, it felt nice. I leaned against her slightly in encouragement, just for a moment.
We added one of the candy thermometers to our basket and moved to the registers, separating my purchases from hers. She offered to pay for mine, but I refused. We each paid and had enough time to drop our bags off at her car. We held hands during the walk.
The cooking school is directly above the store. We arrived just as the instructor and two assistants were opening the doors. I had attended a couple of classes with this instructor before and had really liked her. She knew Moira on sight. Moira introduced me.
"You look familiar," she said.
"I took your bread class two years ago," I told her. "And a sushi class last year. I think you taught that."
She nodded.
"I sold Mandy her house," Moira told me. "That's how I learned about the cooking school."
Mandy led us to the best seats for the class then turned to greet her next students. Moira turned me to face her. "Which side do you want me on?"
I laughed. "My arms are over-stimulated, but I don't want you to stop."
"You have two legs," she said mischievously.
I sat down in the left of the two seats we'd been given and Moira took the right. After we settled in, Moira took my hand while we looked around.
The cooking school was a beautiful place of wood, stainless steel, and bright lights. We were seated towards the middle. This was to be a participation class, meaning we would get to try everything ourselves, but Mandy would be demonstrating everything first, and we had front row seats.
One of the attendants stopped by and asked what we would like to drink. "Herbal tea for me," I said. Moira asked for the same. Then we turned slightly sideways to face each other.
She was studying me. I wasn't sure why. I felt she was looking for something. I studied her back.
All this was very strange for me. I was on a date with a woman, a woman nearly ten years older than I was. She was treating me better than any man ever had, and I
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