He traces his eyes over me slowly, biting on his lower lip before releasing it when he finishes his shameless once over, and gives me a sly look "Don't really feel like a cookie, but there's definitely something else I'd like to eat" My brows drop as my eyes nearly buldge out of my head "I'm sorry aren't you gay?" I ask bluntly, screwing my face up in confusion before I can stop myself. He grins, looking at me with lazy eyes, and smooths his fingers through his hair again with a chuckle "Gay? No love, I don't discriminate with my food, I like all the flavours" I blink at him slowly, creasing my brows as I purse my lips. Wonderful, he's an omnivores fuckboy, that's just absolutely bloody fantastic. "Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I'm not food, guess you'll have to go dining elsewhere" I say frowning, feigning disappointment. He ducks his face down to my eye level, dragging his tongue over his lower lip thoughtfully as he brushes my hair over my shoulder. "You sure about that darling? You look appetising" he drawls, darting his eyes over my anxious facial features. "I'm positive, it's an illusion, I'm like those plastic display meals out the front of sushi restaurants. It's all lies" I reply quickly, swallowing as my nerves shoot like razors through my body. It's the closeness of his presence that's uncomfortable, I'm normally sharp tongued and dismissive with this kind of behaviour and it never effects me, but he's jumbling my god damn head with invading my personal space. "I'd like to test that theory" he smirks, looking down to trace his finger over the material of my shirt on my stomach and every organ in my body freezes at the action. "I'd have a lot of fun finding out how you taste" I huff, my anxiousness making me become even more annoyed at his behaviour and the fact he won't just take the god damn hint about me acting like a total shit brained lunatic as a queue to leave me the hell alone. I've genuinely had my fill of this entire night, and it's time for me to leave. I have no patience for people like him, I don't care what you do - your sex life is your prerogative but I don't plan on being a toy to collect and put on the shelf to fulfil your urge to accumulate conquests like trophies. Mainly because I just don't want human contact in fucking general, don't care if it's for one night or five hundred. Not interested. "Trust me, I'm not the kind of fun you're after. Go find some other toys to play with" I tell him, trying not to give away the knotting of my stomach in my voice as I try to step around him to walk past him. His hand catches my arm, halting me and he steps behind me, his firm chest pressing against my back as he leans his face down to rest his warm lips near my ear. "Actually, I think it's exactly what I'm after" he murmurs lowly, his breath fanning across my skin making me bite down on the inside of my cheek "And I think that's exactly what you want to find out, just how well I play with my toys" All if my insides constrict as a shiver travels down my spine at the tickle from his breath against my ear, and my knees feel like they're suddenly made of jell-o from the low raspy reverberation in his vocal chords. What in the actual man whore holy hell is going on with me? This is too much, so I do what I always do - I panic I throw my arm out pointing to the side of us yelping out in shock "Oh my god what the hell was that! Did you see that?" His head lifts and turns quickly as his hand drops from its grasp to see what I'm yelling about and now that my plan has worked I do the only thing left to do. Run. I dart away from him, scampering towards the patio doors that feel like they're suddenly ten miles away but all of my hope dies in my chest when he jumps in front of me, halting me in my steps and I nearly got face first into his chest. Screw you and your long ass gazelle legs smirky. "You wouldn't have done that on purpose now would you?" he tutts, watching in entertainment as I look like I'm about to faint from embarrassment on the spot. "No I just really need to pee - and I uh, I need to get home to my boyfriend" I lie quickly, wanting to smack my face into the wall over the fact my brain can't fathom one answer that doesn't sound fucking moronic. And now to to top it off, I have an imaginary boyfriend I just have to whip out of my ass. GREAT. He raises a disbelieving brow, tilting his head in curiosity "Boyfriend? Oh really? What's his name?" "Gizmo" I blurt out, wanting to grab the words and cram then back in the second they leave. It's the only fucking name that's always in the front of my mind. "Gizmo?" he snorts "That's his name?" I screw my face up in offence, scoffing indignantly "Excuse me, Gizmo is an amazing name thank-you-very-fucking-much" He pulls his lips to the side, trying to his eyes smile as his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Mmmm" he hums, trying to look dissapointed but failing to look anything be smug "That's too bad, you're breaking my heart here love - he's a lucky guy" I'm shocked he's cognitive of any organ in or on his body that isn't his dick, but then again, maybe that's where his heart is located as well. "Yes well, this has been awesome and everything - but I'm gonna go" I say, pointing behind him towards the doors "Before I piss myself, and then I'm gonna get home to that lucky boyfriend - you have a great night though" I smile tightly, patting him on the shoulder and he looking to my hand, quirking his brows before looking back to my face with his own lit up in bewildered delight. I don't wait for him to reply before I side step around him, and power walk towards the doors but pause when I open them when I hear his mischevious voice behind me. "I'll see you around heart breaker, don't go being a stranger" I just throw my arm behind me, giving him an aimless thumbs up before I hurry through the doors and slam them behind me. I will throw myself into on coming traffic if I see that smirk or those confusing green eyes ever again. A stranger is exactly how I'm staying. I'm going the fuck home to the only man I need in my life, and pretending this night never happened and figure out if I'm going to strangle Frankie or not for dragging me here. But seriously, Gizmo is not a stupid bloody name! Gizmo is perfect.