Honest

fifteen

I sit on the nor familiar sofa.

“Do you know one of my favorite things?”

He shouts from the kitchen.

“What,” I ask as I get comfortable.

“Collective nouns," He pronounced. I get up, and sit at the bar, watching him closes.

Because I know this hot man can't also be a nerd.

“Did I hear you say Nouns is one of your favorite things?”

“Not nouns,” He chops some vegetables skillfully. “Collective nouns.”

Do most people even know collective knows exist?

“Tell me more," I put my hand on my cheek, watching his muscles work.

“A gaggle of geese. A bevy of swans. A sounder of Boars. A bask of crocodiles. A flamboyance of Flamingos. And my favorite, A murder of crows."

I smile. “That's my favorite collective noun too. A murder of crows it's just so...”

“Creepy,” We chime.

We laugh, as I lean into him. He smells so good.

“Okay, so I know your favorite Latin phrase?”

“I have two. Mors vincit omnia and mors tua, vita mea.”

I smirk. “Death conquers all and Your Death, my Life.”

“And yours?" He asks, sauteeing onions. I didn't even him cry. Does he have no flaws?”

“Mens rea," I smirk.

He grins up at me. “A guilty mind. Interesting."

“That and mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur.”

“The world wants to be deceived; so let it be decieved." He translates.

I shurg. “Truthful words, if there were any.”

He leans over the bar and places a kiss on my lips.

He sets down a glass of wine.

“We have so much in common," He murmured, setting out two plates. “We're both heirs to criminal syndicates.”

I choke on my wine. He smiles.

“Oh come on, darling. I'm level ten intellect like my father." He spooned some pasta onto the plate in front of me. “Who, incidentally, is an asshole, just like me!"

I snort. “And your Mother?”

“An angel and anyone who speaks ill of her will meet a miserable end.”

Aww, he loves his mommy.

“When did you find out? I ask, sipping leisurely.

“A little bit after we slept together. Had you investigated. Wasn't all that hard.”

I grit my teeth.

“So now what?” I ask.

“Now?” He smirks. “Now we eat dinner, and we watch a movie. And later I'll seduce you we'll sleep together and I'll call you next week and we'll do it again."

I blink. “What if I call you first?”

He shrugs. “Then I'll be f*****g you sooner than later. Now eat up. Pasta's no good when it's cold. And I cooked it from scratch just for you.”

I twirl the pasta around my fork. “I lied to you, aren't you angry?"

“Angry? I wouldn't go so far as to say angry. A little irritated sure. But you're so cute, I can get over it,” He smiles, placing a curt kiss on my lips.

“Look at you! You're just so cute!"

I look away, my face burning. “Shut it, criminal!”

He smiles, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “Y'know I figured something out. When you call criminal...you don't mean it as an insult."

Damned criminal!