“Oh, you’re a bad boy,” I uttered, seeing Russ blush instantly.

We were on our third date, and he had just ordered a rib eye and a baked potato with extra sour cream. I took the opportunity to tease him about his culinary indulgence and was surprised by his reaction.

“Look at you. You’re all red,” I pointed out playfully.

We were at a small dive bar that served cheap drinks and really great food. The place was a well-kept secret by the regulars, which we were quickly becoming.

“Am I?” He took a sip of his beer and looked away. His body language screamed two things at me: Uncomfortable. Turned on.

“You are.” I was amused. We sat in a not-so-comfortable silence — for him — while we waited for our food, which was... Read More