“Everyone knows Oreo’s the best,” I grumble, wiggling around on the couch. He grabs a blanket and drapes it over my legs before plopping beside me.
He flashes me a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “We’ll agree to disagree.”
I pick up the remote and press play—a feeling of contentment washing over me as the movie starts.
You’d think I’d be sick of it, with as many times as I’ve watched it.
But it never gets old.
My ice cream tastes like heaven. I’ve always been mildly addicted to McFlurries but now that I’m pregnant, I want them all the time.
I’ve asked Xander to run out at least three times this week to get me one.
He never complains.
Xander finishes his ice cream and reaches for the popcorn.
“Mmm, you got this perfect.” He points at the popcorn.
“Duh, because I’m perfect. I can do no wrong,” I joke.
He smiles back and grabs another handful of popcorn.
“I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary,” he says after a bit. “I feel like an ass.”
“I forgot, too,” I remind him.
He shrugs. “Yeah, but I’m me and you’re you.”
“Hey.” I smack his shoulder and he laughs.
The movie is almost over, and when I glance outside, I realize the sun is beginning to set.
Xander reaches over, twining his fingers in my hair and drawing me to him.
“I love
you, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You’re supposed to say you love me too,” he jokes.
I shake my head. “But you already know that.”
He nods, his eyes flicking to my lips. “I do.”
I don’t know who moves first, I don’t think it matters, but suddenly I’m in his lap and he’s attacking my mouth like he hasn’t kissed me in forever.
I moan and he groans low in his throat in response.
His fingers push at my dress, where it’s bunched around my hips, and he lifts it up and over my head.
His eyes rake over me, from the curves of my breasts to the tops of my thighs. His eyes linger on the soft mound of my stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, finally looking into my eyes.
“Please,” I beg.