"The last time you blushed, we were kids and you were embarrassed that we got caught doing ... I don't even remember what anymore. You don't blush, Oliver. We've done way too much to blush."
Tommy chuckled. "How about dinner? Just the two of us. It's far away from people, but still a celebration. You deserve one. Since we're pretending to be a couple." Saying it felt so strange, and Tommy still didn't know how he felt about that. Damn, he really shouldn't have talked to TJ, because now he was more confused than before, but he tried not to linger on that. "Right, as I was saying, since we're terribly in love, I can be the romantic you know I am when i want to get laid, and arrange the perfect picnic, away from everyone, which much better champagne, caviar, ripe strawberries. Fuck, now I want this. Why can't these people have better taste?"