My book was interesting but I really couldn't focus on it. Me and Cam had been dating for, hm, a little over a month I think. But there was one problem, I wasn't sure if we were really dating. Okay, let me rephrase that, I knew we were dating. Please, I'm not dense or anything. But, well, I wasn't sure we were dating exclusively.
I know, I know, that sounds bad. Or weird or something. But I was always so horrible about when you knew things like that. I always suspected everyone else had conversations before going on a date about how everything would go, but I had no proof that such took place. So I always ended up just asking. Which I kind of hated to do, but unless the guy ended up saying something I kind of felt like I had to. I mean, if I wanted to be. If I didn't want to be then it would be ending soon anyways. But, that wasn't the case. So I just had to bite the figurative bullet and do it.
Without looking up from my book I shifted against him some. I hadn't turned a page in a few moments, which he probably hadn't noticed since he actually was reading. It took a moment for me to organize my thoughts.
"We're dating exclusively right?" I swear I used to be more tactful. But after spending time with Cam where any tact was just met with the response of 'just say whatever the fuck you're trying to say.' I'd kind of given up on that. At least mostly.
He hadn't answered so I craned my neck to look at him. He was regarding me with a slightly confused frown. "This you're way of finding out if I'm dating someone else on the side?"
Yes. Not that I was going to admit that really, because that sounded kind of odd. "No, just my way of finding out if I have to get rid of mine." Complete and utter lie. No one on the side. Unless you counted my love for several actors, which I don't think anyone does.
Now he was smirking slightly, "Yeah, get rid of him."
"Alright." See. That wasn't so bad was it?
Except that I had another question. But maybe I should wait for a different day or something. Nah, screw that. I'd wait a bit though. Just so it wasn't quite as obvious as it really was. So it was probably about half an hour later when I gave up trying to read again and debated asking my second question. It was something I did always ask, well, if I thought about it with whoever I was dating.
This time I didn't plan to look up from my book at all. "You clean?" I could imagine, as the silence stretched for a moment, the look of confusion on his face.
"What?" Yeah. He was definitely puzzled.
I just shrugged and turned a page of the book I wasn't really reading. "Never mind." I checked quickly and he was still looking at me. And yeah, he looked confused as hell.
I figured he eventually figured it out as he tugged me slightly closer and laughed. "Yeah, I'm clean. You too?"
"Yup." I was pretty over the top about it actually. I insisted on getting myself checked out even if I hadn't slept with anyone since the last time, just to be on the safe time. Hey, I don't want to live with one of those things.
Anyways, now that my questions had been answered I could actually focus on reading. Not that, I realized after a moment, I'd be able to.