“What if I asked you to join me on an outing then?” Corym asked with a smirk, stroking a tattoo on Milo's forearm, fighting back a blush. “Would they still be left in the dark while you ran around trying to hide, well, me?”
Flirting could always be meaningless, right?
Milo hid his face in his hands, elbows leaning on the table. Adorable. “I- I thought you were done with all… That?”
“It’s hypothetical, dear, don’t worry. But - still theoretically of course - I could kiss you here and now, in front of everyone, make a big deal of it, but get any scandal over with. Make your family’s disappointment quick and painless for you, with no strings attached to me. Unless you end up liking it, then we'd be in a bit more trouble.” Corym teased. He still wasn’t over the little butterflies in his stomach that fluttered whenever Milo was being, well, Milo. And in this conversation, they were so easy to chase.
Milo chuckled and looked up at the ceiling. “You sir are making fun of my insecurities”.
Stars, he wanted to kiss that nervous smile. Corym brought a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I would never! However, you didn’t say no…"
