“What if I only want to watch romantic movies with absolutelyzeroaction in them, and I want you to watch them with me?”
“Am I allowed to fall asleep during said movie?”
“Absolutely not.”
I grin and rub my nose against hers. “I’ll happily do itandmake the popcorn.”
“Wow, with extra butter?”
“You bet.”
“Okay, I have one more, and it’s the most important.”
“Hit me with it.”
“What if I decided that I absolutelyhatecollege football?”
That one makes me pause. Sarah knows how much I love football, especially college ball.
But I shrug a shoulder. “As long asIstill get to watch it, I can live with that unhealthy and unwise decision.”
She snorts and then presses her lips to mine. She smells fresh and faintly of citrus with something spicy, like cinnamon.
“Feel better?” I ask softly.
“Muchbetter.” She goes in for a second kiss. “Thanks.”
“If you don’t mind, I thought we could have an early dinner out here on the deck, and then we can just snack later. I bought a bunch of stuff. We can even watch a romantic movie if you want.”
“I was hoping for action,” she says with a sorrowful sigh. “But if you have your heart set on romantic, I can deal with that.”
I nip at her chin and then set her away from me and walk to the kitchen. “We’ll watch whatever you want.”
“What’s for dinner?” She leans on the counter and then lifts her nose in the air and sniffs. “Are therebrowniesin the house?”
“Yep. They’re for later. Dinner is hoagie sandwiches, and yes, I’ll add potato chips to yours, which I still think is the weirdest thing I’ve ever witnessed, but hey, I’m not here to judge.”
“People eat chipswiththeir sandwich,” she says reasonably and hops up onto the counter, swinging her legs back and forth. “Why not in it? It all tastes the same and goes to the same place.”
“It’s just not the order of things.” I shake my head as I slice the bread in half and then turn to her. “What do you want on it?”
“Pastrami.”
I blink at her. “I have ham or turkey.”
She giggles and reaches out to tousle my hair. “I know, I was kidding. Turkey’s great. Cheese is a given.”
She lists off her favorite ingredients, and I get to work building her sandwich. When I set it in front of her, she grins and then smashes it down, effectively crumbling all the chips.
“Yum,” she says after taking a huge bite. “Thanks. I’m going out on the deck.”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
After putting the finishing touches on my own sandwich, I follow her outside and sit across from her.
“You put your chips on the side,” she observes.
“Like normal people,” I agree, making her smirk. “I like seeing you happier than you were yesterday.”