Chapter 18: Making Angels perfect day.

*Angel*

We had eaten breakfast, and unexpectedly Gray knew how to cook. I'm not one to judge a book by its cover, so I didn't really consider anything of this sort but them being able to cook was the last thing I expected them to know how to do, especially since they had a chef cooking and prepping all the meals. Sure, we grow up in a society where it's said all women should know how to cook to some degree because all women are to take on a husband, so they will need to know how to cook while the husband provides. With the exception of us lesbians and even bisexual women anyway, I don't necessarily know how to cook any extravagant big sorts of meals myself. I just know the basic sausage egg hashbrown breakfast technique.

Growing up, the last thing on my mind was learning how to cook. I was always worried about getting myself a job when I was older so I could help my family provide, I even set up a goal to get my family out of poverty someday. And thanks to my current job, I was able to help my family into a better home while they got themselves up on their feet and better jobs. Now my mom works as a nurse and my father is an engineer. I had originally planned to enlist in the military someday and try to win myself a position training the K-9 but, I looked at myself in the mirror one day and kind of just let that idea go.

I'm in no shape to be trying out for the military unless I worked out for at least a year, so I just said fuck it just get yourself a nine to five and call it a day. Little did I know, the nine to five that I scored would put me in the situation I'm in today and even help me help my family which I am heavily thankful for. "So, princess." Gray began as they sat next to me on their black couch in the living room. I had the remote in my hand, surfing through the channels, looking for something of interest to watch.

I hadn't checked my phone in weeks, let alone put it on the charger in case I needed it for anything important. And I was sure I had tons of missed calls and messages from Kyle and my family. I was just hoping they haven't yet put out a missing person order on me, I don't want my picture presented on live Tv like one of those lost or kidnapped people who have gone missing. Though of course I wouldn't or couldn't even blame them if they did do that, I haven't once called or texted them to let them know I was doing ok. "Today, I wanted to do something special for you. Since you are finally out of bed walking and talking now, I wanted to create your perfect day with you. We can do anything you want."

I turned my head to Gray, looking at them for a moment as I lost myself in my thoughts again. There was a lot I wanted to do and a lot I needed to do, I didn't just have one perfect day imagined either, I had multiple of them. Some were outgoing, some weren't but they did involve something fun and outgoing-ish. I hummed quietly to myself as I thought, then I set the remote down in between us on the sofa. I adjusted myself so that I was now facing them, my legs crossed on the couch.

"Perfect day...we can do anything I want to do?" I asked for clarification, Gray simply nodded at me a soft smile on their lips. "I want to have sex," I said plainly, causing myself to get a choking reaction out of gray. They coughed as if something had got caught in their throat but they soon began to clear their throat with a confused chuckle escaping them.

"What?" I began to laugh, nudging at their shoulder with one of my small hands. "I'm only joking, for a perfect day what I really want to do is wear matching pajamas all day and watch movies with snacks." Gray looked at me, their lips forming into a straight line as their eyes spilled how disappointed they were with my bold joke. "Is that all you want to do? you aren't going to ask for my credit card so you can spend over a thousand dollars on clothes, ask to go to a club, or ask to buy a damn horse or some shit like that?" I looked at them blankly, my face scrunching up just slightly as if the things they were spewing from their lips sounded crazy.

"No...that sounds like things your girlfriend would do, and even if I were your girlfriend I doubt I'd ask for any of that no matter how cool I guess it all sounds. I'd rather buy things with my own money, and besides a chill day of pajamas, snacks, and movies with the person I li-" I shut myself up quickly as I caught myself about to say something I didn't want to say at all. Not yet, at least. "I mean with my significant other, not that I'm calling you my girlfriend or anything it sounds much better than spending thousands of dollars on things that won't last me forever. Cute memories will last though."

I giggled shyly, blushing because I almost spilled how I felt about them even though you could technically say I was just now hinting at it anyway. I was hoping Gray hadn't caught onto it at all as I grabbed one of the decorative pillows behind me and hugged it to my chest, resting my chin on it. Gray just stared at me, their eyes filled to the brim with lust. Maybe my bold joke was a bit too bold. Their jaw clinched again before they ardently licked their lips.

They looked hungry, they looked as if they were staring down their prey they had just cornered. Then they cleared their throat, "You really are too innocent for my world. If you were any other girl, you'd have asked for the credit card and went shopping with your girlfriends. Speaking of, how come I've never seen you talk to any other girls...not that I'd like it if you did."

Bringing one of their hands over to my knee closest to them, they began to caress it gently with their thumb leaving their eyes trained on me. I tilted my head a bit confused before their words began to make sense in my head. They were right, I don't really hang around other women my age, or really any woman at all aside from them. I don't really have any friends other than Kyle, I never really cared enough to try and make friends. Even my friendship with Kyle was an unexpected one.

My social anxiety plays a big role in all of this though, it's the main reason I don't have any friends outside of Kyle. "Um...Well, I never really considered making friends I guess. I just don't care enough to do so maybe, but my social anxiety also plays a major role which is another reason why." Gray nodded courteously at me. "So that guy from work is your only friend?" I nodded into my pillow, continuously sparks that felt like gentle electricity made it's way throughout my body each time Gray rubbed their thumb against the bare skin of my knee.

I hardly knew how to act, let alone could keep myself composed and held together. I so badly wanted to move, but I also didn't their touch was so gentle and soft, I think I was enjoying this subtle touch a bit too much. Even my heart began to race once they began to rub that spot on my knee. my breathing became somewhat shakey as our conversation continued on, call me delusional but It seemed Gray caught onto how their touch was making me feel. Instead of just rubbing their thumb against my leg now, they brought their entire hand up to my thigh and gripped hold of it in their hand, squeezing it with gentle force.

This caused sparks to jolt through the rest of my body uncontrollably. "Tell me about this friend Kyle of yours," they looked at me with that winning smirk of theirs. IT was so mischievous like, but it turned me on so much when they smirked at me like that. They knew what they were doing and I could tell without a doubt in the world. I took a deep breath, then leaned back onto the pillows that sat behind me and stared up at the ceiling.

"Kyle is a really nice guy, he's cocky and is a really big flirt. He loves to make people laugh and never turns down the chance to help someone in need. He is always there to help me when I need him, and he always made sure I got home safely when it was just me and him closing the restaurant."