Delicious!

I didn't anticipate the explosion of flavor that my mouth would soon overflow with.

Every bite was beefy, savory goodness, and soon I was halfway done with my bowl. I felt full already, but one look from Kat and I suddenly remembered our deal. "Oh! Right, do you want to try a spoonful?"

"I was worried you'd forgotten, dear," Kat said as she leaned over the table and took my spoon from my hand. As she scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips, I unintentionally got an eyeful down her dress, eyes widening slightly at the large melons before me. I **** my gaze away, looking up at her eyes instead. They were locked onto mine, and her lips were curled in a smirk around the spoon.

"See something you like?" She said coyly, leaving me stuttering and flushed. "I'm just teasing Adam, don't worry. I put them right in front of you, after all. Here. I'll make it up to you." She began to raise a fork with a small cut of steak on it.

I got caught peeping and she's giving me steak for it?

I wasn't sure what to think about that.

Before I could think too hard about it a piece of steak was pushed past my lips and into my mouth. The fork was pulled away leaving me with the succulent, juicy meat left behind. I chewed slowly and savored it, the spices that the chef added enhancing the flavor, but it was also something else... something vaguely, but increasingly...

"Spicy!" I whisper-yelled, picking up my glass of water and sipping. I heard some light chortling coming from across the table and saw Kat in silent hysterics.

"I should have warned you baby, haha! I'm sorry. I'm sorry for laughing. I requested jalapeño seasoning. I love spicy things almost as much as I love sweet things." She pinched my cheek, and I realized she was talking about me when she said 'sweet.'

I smiled softly, my tongue calming down after the fright it went through. "It's okay, Kat. It was still delicious! I, er, I'm just not super good with hot stuff."

"Not even me?" She replied in faux-shock, putting her hand to her chest. She pushed in against herself even, making her breasts bulge out against her dress. My cheeks went deep red, a fact I was aware of because of the heat I could feel radiating off of them.

"N-no, I didn't mean--" I began.

"I'm just teasing you again baby! Please, don't worry about anything tonight, like you promised. Nothing you could say will make me stop loving you, and you won't offend me accidentally. The only thing you can say that will break my heart is if you say you don't want to be with me anymore. And even then I'll let you go, I'll just be in tears over it."

My heart swelled with emotion and I wanted so badly to get up and hug her. I settled for reaching across the table and grasping her hand with both of mine, looking into her eyes. "I would never do that."

She looked lovingly into my eyes with an expression that might have been relief before returning to her steak. She was almost done, and I found myself falling behind. I sped up my consumption and we ended up tying with empty dishes. She took my hand and helped me out of my seat, leading me outside where she'd evidently already summoned her limo, possibly through her phone while we ate. We got in on either side and the driver started his route to the orchestra.

I opted to stay inside of the limo this time, pressing my body against Kat's until she put an arm around me. I smiled softly and she pet my hair distractedly for the duration of the trip.

When the limo stopped at our destination Kat motioned for me to remain sitting while she got out and circled the car, opening my door for me and helping me out with one hand in my own. There was a long carpet stretching from the point we stepped off to the entrance of a huge theater, ornamented all over with bright lights and banners celebrating the group who was performing that night.

I kept close to her as to not get lost among the thrall of other attendees of the fine arts, most all of them middle-aged to elderly adults. I suppose she sensed my desire to stay close for she tightened her grip on me and helped to guide me through the crowd.

She presented two tickets to one of the men checking for them closer to the doors, and once inside she took me up a set of stairs to the second balcony up. My feet were getting fairly tired by this point, and I slowed down. She looked back at me and I expected her to be dissapointed or unimpressed, but rather she smiled.

Before I could understand what she was doing her arms were hooked around my body, one under the crook of my knees and the other behind my neck. I looked around and found I was being hoisted up to her stomach, lifted and carried up the stairs in much the same position as a wedding bride.

This embarrassed me immensely, but contrary to my assumptions nobody was staring. Some people looked or noticed us, but all moved on. Why was this not at all strange to them? I wasn't one to complain about being overlooked in a position such as this however, so I kept myself tucked against Kat until she rested me down into a red velvet seat right next to her. I looked up at her and she put an arm around me.

"People here understand that I have my own ways of showing affection. No one's going to judge you for being you whenever I'm around, Adam. And while it's adorable to see your cheeks get red and embarrassed, I'd never do it to you intentionally."

Her ways of knowing what I'm concerned over and thinking about were and are uncanny. We rested against eachother in silence for a minute more before the house lights dimmed, and the instruments on stage began tuning. I was enraptured and leaned forward in my seat. Kat handed me a program for the evening and I read through the music that would be performed. Satie, Beethoven, even Coltrane! They were going all over the place, and I was giddy with excitement.

The instruments went silent, the conductor rose to the podium, and he raised his hands.