“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to put on some sweats,” I tell her and rush upstairs, not wanting to waste any more time.
I tear off my trunks and flip them into the tub, I’ll take care of them later. I throw on some sweats. No need for a shirt, she’s already seen me without one, and I don’t think she’ll really mind.
I run back down the stairs and grab her hand, pulling her down the hallway toward my movie room.
I’ve set it up with bean bags, blankets, and pillows. In the corner is a bar and popcorn maker and a cotton candy machine.
I turn on the popcorn machine and grab a few beers out of the fridge, while she settles into one of the larger bags.
“These are so comfortable,” she sighs and leans her head back.
“Glad you like it,” I say as I hand her a beer.
She blushes and I think it’s because I’m shirtless, again.
Our hands briefly touch as she takes the beer from me and I feel sparks, a small jolt of electricity. When was the last time I felt that?
I go back to fill a bucket with popcorn and then take a seat next to her, handing it to her.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“What do you want to watch?”
“365 Days.”
All I can do is blink for several seconds.
“Isn’t it about BDSM?” I ask her as she nods and her cheeks redden.
“But it’s supposed to be romantic, like she has a year to fall in love with him,” she says.
“Ugh, okay,” I say as she chuckles.
I want to make her happy, as long as she’ll let me. I don’t know why I want to do that, I just do.
“You’ll like it,” she giggles.
“I’m sure I won’t, but you’re the guest,” I snort.
“I bet you’ll watch it again without me,” she snickers.
“Don’t get your hopes up, angel. I might not even finish tonight,” I reply.
“We’ll see,” she blushes and settles in, leaning her head against my shoulder.
It feels so natural to have her next to me, snuggled into my arms. I take her hand, bring it to my lips and kiss it, keeping ahold of it.
She tenses a little bit, so I just stroke it with my thumb and feel her calm.
“Don’t worry, I won’t try anything. I want you to feel comfortable,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
Halfway through the movie, she falls asleep, her head in my lap as I stroke my fingers through her hair. I will never admit this to her, but I did finish the movie, and I thought it was good.
Again, I will never admit that to anyone, even her.
I pick her up and carry her to my room. I don’t know why I do. I guess I want to be close to her. I lay her down on the bed and pull a blanket over her. I grab another one and stalk to the couch and sit for the longest time, watching her sleep. I can’t help it. She looks so beautiful, bathed in moonlight.