“Never.”
“One of us. One of us,” he chanted.
“Fine. But I get to be the top dog.”
“You mean you want to be number one?”
“Yup.”
“Deal.” He grinned wickedly. “But I get to be Picard.”
“Really? AStar Trekreference. You’re such a geek.”
“Um, you got the reference, so you’re a double geek. A deek if you will.”
I threw back my head and laughed.
No one had ever made me laugh as loud or as much as Jules did.
Beep beep beep.
“Come on, deek. Time to have dinner.” He pressed a kiss against my shoulder.
“That’s not going to be a thing.”
“It’s so going to be a thing.”
I smiled as he pulled the cookie sheet of food out of the oven and put it on the stovetop.
Life was just that much brighter when Jules was around.
* * *
“What did you think?”he asked when the movie credits rolled.
“I mean, it was my pick, so I’m gonna go with it was awesome.”
“Did you read the comic?”
“No. Is it very different?”
“It’s a lot more violent.”
“Really?”
“Yup. And the storyline is different. You can tell they Hollywooded it up.”
“Hollywooded?”
“Made it more palpable for mainstream audiences. Let’s just say that a few of the characters have been sanitized.”
“Huh. I had no idea.”
Ping.
“Are you going to get that?” Jules asked, snuggling into my side.
“Nope.”