Once the two of us are safely inside and the subs are in the cooler, I start heading toward our destination. It's almost an hour away, but totally worth it. I reach over and take Amelia's hand in my own. She sticks her tongue out at me and starts to control the radio.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
IT'S DARK BY THE t
ime we arrive, but that's perfect for what we're here for. The moment the car slows down, Amelia starts to look around and tries to figure out where we are. When she figures out where we are, her jaw drops.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Is this...?”
When we were younger, Amelia was always obsessed with older movies. She loved the whole concept of a drive-in movie theater and hated the fact that by the time she was born, they were way outdated. She always went on and on about how even though you're further away from the screen and have to listen through a box, the seclusion of it makes it a hundred times more romantic than a movie theater.
“You remembered,” she breathes, tearing up.
I smile back at her. “How could I forget? You chewed my ear off every time you got to pick the movie.”
It took a while to find this place, especially with there being only a small handful of drive-in theaters left in the country. This one doesn't open more than once a month, but they have a special date night for those who are looking for the old-school kind of feel. And just the look on her face makes the hour-long drive worth it.
I grab everything from the trunk—blankets, popcorn, candy, all of the movie essential needs. Then she helps me clip the box to the inside of her window before she puts it back up. It's a reshowing of Grease, but that's perfect, because I know it's one of her favorites. I'd never admit it out loud, but it's one of mine, too.
“This is perfect,” she tells me. “Thank you.”
I lean over and kiss her cheek. “Anything for you.”
HALFWAY THROUGH THE MOVIE, my mouth starts moving along with the words involuntarily. Amelia looks over at me and watches me carefully. When she catches on to what I'm doing, she giggles.
“All the times you complained about watching this movie, and you secretly loved it this whole time!” She lightly smacks my arm.
“No,” I lie, faking a scoff. “I just know all the words because you tortured me with it for years.”
She hums teasingly. “I'm so sure.”
“Shut up,” I whine, reaching over to tickle her side.
She squirms around in the seat and moves all the way over to the door, but then she can't go any further. Her only option would be to open the door and fall out of the car. With the empty space on the seat, I slide across the center console and pull her into my side.
The kiss starts out innocent. Small pecks and little giggles as I poke her side. But as I rest my hand on her cheek, it becomes a little more heated. She arches her hips to grind against me while her tongue mixes with mine.
“Are these windows tinted?” she questions.
I nod. “Why?”
A smile forms on her face and she acts completely innocent. “Oh, no reason.”
Her hand slowly glides down the front of me until it meets the waistband of my jeans. She kisses my neck as she pops open the button. Her hand slides underneath my boxers, and she wraps her hand around my hard cock. A groan echoes in the back of my throat at the contact.
She moves slowly, like she's enjoying teasing me, until I grab her wrist and pull her hand away. Then I move us just slightly so she's beneath me.
“Are you trying to be a little cock-tease?” I ask, pinning her with a look.
One side of her mouth raises into a smirk that goes right to my core. “Maybe. Are you going to do something about it?”
I press my lips to hers as I grind down against her. “I've created a sex-addicted monster.”
I'VE STARTED TO NOTICE that when Amelia and I are both home, my room is entirely way too small. I used to love retreating to my own personal space. I craved it, actually. But ever since we became something more, I feel like I never want to be in here unless she's in it with me. Hell, even when she's at class, I don't want to be in here without her. Like now, for example.
Easton has made a thing of being home more often lately, since Kennedy has been busy with school, and when she's not, she's been here. I know it's not a ploy to cock-block Amelia and me. It's simply because she cannot stand her roommate, and the last time Easton was at her place, she told their Room Advisor when he was still there two minutes past curfew. Still, it's making things really hard for me—literally.
A part of me wonders if I should tell Easton. Sure, he'll be pissed and most like try to kick my ass, but isn't that better than him finding out from someone else? Everything he has is everything I never thought I'd want. I never got jealous seeing my friends with their girlfriends. Even when Knox started dating Delaney, it still just wasn't something I saw for myself. But with Amelia, all that is different now.