Proper Training

"You're right, and I'm sorry, I just don't like to talk about my life with anyone. It's not that it's a bad life; I'm just a very personal person and I like it that way." I looked down disappointed as he leaned over and cupped my chin in his hand.

He lifted it so that I was looking into his eyes.

"Give me some time; this friendship thing is new to me. You need to understand that I've never been just friends with a woman before." He said.

The thought of the tall beautiful woman entered my mind as he said that and with me and my big mouth I said.

"But you said you and that woman you're always with are just friends, so you have other women that are friends, right?"

He looked at me intently.

"It's different and I'd rather not discuss it now." He stop me from get into deep of his things.

The doorbell rang, and he got up to answer it. So I sat there wondering what the hell I was doing.

Was I playing a game? Was I his game? Was he using me to prove something?

He came back with the cartons of food, plates and silverware.

"Can I have the chopsticks please?" I asked.

He looked in the bag and pulled out a pair and handed them to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he started to put food on his and my plate.

"Um, serving dinner?" He looked at me with a - are you stupid - look.

So I shook my finger from side to side.

"Let me," I said as I grabbed the cartons.

"Go, grab your chopsticks," I told him.

"I don't know how to use chopsticks, I could never get those things right."

"I will teach you then."

"Wen Wen, let's just eat."

"We are going to eat, but my way," I smiled.

He sighed and took his set of chopsticks out of the bag. I took the sweet and sour pork container, inserted by chopsticks and grabbed a piece of beef.

"See, easy." If looks could kill, I'd be dead just about now.

I took his chopsticks and placed them properly between his fingers.

The feel of his soft skin sent shivers down my spine. I guided his chopsticks inside the carton and helped him pull out a piece of pork. He looked at me and smirked.

"See, it's not hard with the proper training."

Then I took a piece of beef and held it to his mouth as he took it and smiled. He was enjoying this new found way of eating our nation food even though he would never admit it. He still had some trouble, but managed to get a piece of beef and brought it to my mouth.

He laughed when I grabbed the chopsticks between my teeth and refused to let go. This moment we were sharing felt so right and comfortable, and it scared the hell out of me.