Changing My Life [Book 1]

Chapter 26

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Tony's POV

When we finally made it to the diner, there was a bit of silence. It was different being on a date compared to just fooling around. It felt more official and intimate somehow.

It was something I had rarely experienced. With Pepper, it was always quick bites to eat or shopping trips. I'd buy her nice things instead of expressing real love.

Things with Steve felt different. I wanted him to have everything he's ever wanted plus more. I wanted to make him feel like he made me feel.

"You sure you don't want to go somewhere different?" I asked.

It's not that this diner was nasty, but it's not the fanciest place for a dinner date.

Steve smiled, "No, this is fine. It's where we would have went if our first date hadn't been cancelled."

I smiled and nodded. I looked at the menu briefly before deciding on a burger and classic shake. When I looked up, Steve was already staring at me.

"Hey, soldier," I winked. His cheeks flushed red and he rolled his eyes.

I laughed as he hid his face in the tall menu. The waitress walked up to our table then. I ordered first followed by Steve just replying "same".

She batted her eyelashes at Steve as she wrote down the orders. I rolled my eyes at her once she left.

"Someone gets jealous easily," Steve laughed. I glared at him which only caused him to laugh harder.

"Why don't you just tell her you're gay?" I asked curiously.

He shrugged, "It doesn't bother me too much. Besides, that's rude."

"Well, it bothers me," I shrugged. Right on time, the waitress walked back over and set our food down with a huge smile sent Steve's way.

"Hey, Sweet Cheeks. Think you can stop flirting with my date? Thanks."

She looked baffled for a second before a smile appeared back on her ugly makeup covered face.

"Date?"

"Yes. Date."

"As in-"

"As in we might be fucking tonight. Is that an acceptable answer for you?" I retorted.

She looked utterly disgusted before scurrying back to the kitchen. I just shrugged and sipped my shake. When I looked back up, Steve was staring at me with his jaw slack.

"What?" I asked nonchalantly chewing on a fry.

"Why did you do that?" He asked appalled.

"You already said it: I don't like sharing," I said with a smirk. His cheeks reddened and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Stark. I'm not yours anyways," he said with a hint of a smile on his beautiful face.

"Will you be?" I asked seriously.

He stared at me like I had two heads until he realized that I was expecting an answer. He cleared his throat to buy him more time.

"What?" He questioned, his voice cracking slightly.