Simple Little Bookworm

Raising her brows slightly, she almost laughed. He was so unsure all the time. What had happened to make him that way? Leaning closer, she took his hand. “Of course I want you to come over again, Steven,” she murmured. “I thought I made it clear that I… I like you. I want to spend more time with you, if you’ll let me.”

Steven was taken back from her laughing, which caused him to panic a bit, and having her hold his hand wasn’t helping his heart come down. “Just wanted to make sure, not used to people wanting to hang out with me or wanting to see me again.” He said to her. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.”

“Of course I want to see you.” Something about him was stirring her protective and romantic sides. Slowly she moved closed and kissed his cheek. “And you better get used to me wanting to spend time with you, Steven. Cause I really like you.”

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Raising her brows slightly, she almost laughed. He was so unsure all the time. What had happened to make him that way? Leaning closer, she took his hand. “Of course I want you to come over again, Steven,” she murmured. “I thought I made it clear that I… I like you. I want to spend more time with you, if you’ll let me.”

The way his cheeks pinked up, the light in his eyes that she almost missed… he was adorable. Reaching over, she took his hand. “I’d like that too, Steven.” Then she smiled warmly. “Now, eat up. I don’t want your food to get cold now. Someone might think I’m not good to you.”

Steven chuckled at her words as he squeezed her hands before he started eating the food she made for them. He was grateful that she was willing to make dinner for them was amazing. He wasn’t used to having home cook meals. It was usually whatever he had in the fridge or grabbing something at a store on his way home. So having this was nice to him.

When they were done eating, she scooped their plates up. “Let me just get these rinsed,” she hummed. “And… well I found a bakery that does vegan making I didn’t know if I could actually make a good vegan dessert so I thought I’d better just be safe and buy it, this time anyway.” It was a bit of a disappointment to her that she had felt to nervous to try it. She wanted to impress him.

“It’s ok. I’m not much of a cook, so I wouldn’t know how to make something like that. So don’t worry about that.” Steven didn’t know to cook that much, he tried his best to cook, but he could never make a meal for himself or for someone else. He got up from the table and walked over to her so he could take some of the plates out of her hands and turned to her kitchen to help her clean up the mess. He didn’t feel it was fair for her to make dinner and clean up after him. “You don’t have to do a lot to impress me.”

“Well I might try experimenting still. I do like to bake,” she told him, smiling as he helped clean up. “It’s relaxing for me. I’ve been learning to bake bread and cinnamon rolls lately. Maybe I can figure out a vegan recipe.” Beth grinned at him. “For next time you come over?”

The way his cheeks pinked up, the light in his eyes that she almost missed… he was adorable. Reaching over, she took his hand. “I’d like that too, Steven.” Then she smiled warmly. “Now, eat up. I don’t want your food to get cold now. Someone might think I’m not good to you.”

Steven chuckled at her words as he squeezed her hands before he started eating the food she made for them. He was grateful that she was willing to make dinner for them was amazing. He wasn’t used to having home cook meals. It was usually whatever he had in the fridge or grabbing something at a store on his way home. So having this was nice to him.

When they were done eating, she scooped their plates up. “Let me just get these rinsed,” she hummed. “And… well I found a bakery that does vegan making I didn’t know if I could actually make a good vegan dessert so I thought I’d better just be safe and buy it, this time anyway.” It was a bit of a disappointment to her that she had felt to nervous to try it. She wanted to impress him.

The way his cheeks pinked up, the light in his eyes that she almost missed… he was adorable. Reaching over, she took his hand. “I’d like that too, Steven.” Then she smiled warmly. “Now, eat up. I don’t want your food to get cold now. Someone might think I’m not good to you.”

Seeing him begin to relax made her smile. He was cute in his shyness, but when he was comfortable, a little confidence came out. “Absolutely,” she replied. “Think of it as my thanks for putting up with me last night. And it’s a nice time for a date, yeah.”

“I didn’t mind having you around last night. It was nice showing someone the thing I love.” Steven had a great time with her last night, thinking it was nice to have someone around who didn’t tell him to be quiet or just not pay attention to him. So it was nice to have someone be interested in the same things he liked. It was just nice. “So don’t overthink it.”

She couldn’t help a soft laugh at his words. “Feel like that’s a constant for me, overthinking things,” she sighed. “Always afraid I’m too much, that I’m annoying people.” Maybe that was a bit deep to go for a… first date? Second date? She wasn’t totally sure how to classify this. “But okay, I’ll try my best Steven. I had an amazing time last night with you. The best tour guide I’ve ever had.”

“You could never annoy me. I like listening to you talk.” Steven thought she had a lot to say, and he wanted to know everything that was going on in her head. She seemed to know a lot, and he wanted to know what she knew or thought. “Thank you. I enjoyed last night as well. It was nice to be out of my flat for a bit. I normally hide out after work or go to the library. I don’t have that many friends.”

Was it simply that he was shy? Is that why he had few friends? Slowly she reached out, slipping her hand into his. “Well you got me now,” she murmured. “Maybe… maybe more than just a friend?” Then she looked down. He always seemed so taken aback when she was a little bit forward, but then he usually responded well to it. Such a mystery. “And you can always come to the library to see me.”

Steven looked up at her, not expecting her to say that. They had just met, so he didn’t think about dating since they didn’t know each other quite yet. And he had never had a girlfriend before, so he didn’t know if he would be a good fit for a boyfriend it was all confusing to him. “What do you mean by that?” He wanted to ensure that he heard her right and that she meant her words.

“I mean that I wouldn’t mind if we had more dates.” There, maybe that was the easiest way of saying it. She of course never wanted him to be uncomfortable. And she wasn’t used to being the one to speak up like this. With him though, he seemed so uncertain, so unsure. “That is, if you want to, Steven.”

Seeing him begin to relax made her smile. He was cute in his shyness, but when he was comfortable, a little confidence came out. “Absolutely,” she replied. “Think of it as my thanks for putting up with me last night. And it’s a nice time for a date, yeah.”

“I didn’t mind having you around last night. It was nice showing someone the thing I love.” Steven had a great time with her last night, thinking it was nice to have someone around who didn’t tell him to be quiet or just not pay attention to him. So it was nice to have someone be interested in the same things he liked. It was just nice. “So don’t overthink it.”

She couldn’t help a soft laugh at his words. “Feel like that’s a constant for me, overthinking things,” she sighed. “Always afraid I’m too much, that I’m annoying people.” Maybe that was a bit deep to go for a… first date? Second date? She wasn’t totally sure how to classify this. “But okay, I’ll try my best Steven. I had an amazing time last night with you. The best tour guide I’ve ever had.”

“You could never annoy me. I like listening to you talk.” Steven thought she had a lot to say, and he wanted to know everything that was going on in her head. She seemed to know a lot, and he wanted to know what she knew or thought. “Thank you. I enjoyed last night as well. It was nice to be out of my flat for a bit. I normally hide out after work or go to the library. I don’t have that many friends.”

Was it simply that he was shy? Is that why he had few friends? Slowly she reached out, slipping her hand into his. “Well you got me now,” she murmured. “Maybe… maybe more than just a friend?” Then she looked down. He always seemed so taken aback when she was a little bit forward, but then he usually responded well to it. Such a mystery. “And you can always come to the library to see me.”