The next step was obvious, right? I sure thought so.
When I pulled in, he was waiting for me in the driveway, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, a small smile tugging at his lips. I shut my car door with a satisfying thud and walked over, grinning like an idiot.
Without saying much, we headed inside together. My nerves were eating at me.
“Um, do you want to watch a movie or something?” he asked, eyeing the couch we cozied up on together most nights.
“Oh, sure.” Normally, I’d offer to make popcorn or grab snacks or something, but we’dliterallyjust eaten. So instead, I flopped onto the couch and waited for him to join me.
He picked whatever movie was ranked number one—no arguments from me—and I sank deeper into the cushions, getting comfortable.
What should I do? Should I lean into him? Look up at him? How do I make sure he knows I want him to kiss me again?
I forced myself to take my eyes off his jawline and back to the TV. Yeah, there was no way in hell I was paying any attention to a single second of this movie. I could barely hear it over the pulse pounding in my ears.
Reid lifted his arm and set it on the back of the couch, just above my shoulders.
That was a good sign. Not a full-on move, but a half-move of sorts.
“Did you read that?” Reid asked, and I realized I’d been staring at the screen without registering anything.
“Um, read what?”
Reid scrunched his eyebrows together and looked down at me. “The year. It’s a flashback scene.”
“Oh, yeah, no. I didn’t see it.” I gulped.
He chuckled. “Are you sure you want to watch a movie?”
I blew out a slow breath before shaking my head. “If I’m being honest, all I’m really thinking about doing right now is kissing you.”
Reid’s smile grew and the relief I felt was instant.
“If I’m being honest, this was just my ploy to get closer to you. All I’ve been thinking about is kissing you again, too.”
“Really?”
He nodded, eyes searching mine.
Then that was it. He dipped his head and our lips met.
His glasses bumped my nose and he pulled back, offering me an apologetic smile. I pulled them off slowly and set them on the table next to us.
“I’ve never asked. Can you see at all without them?”
“My vision isn’t so bad. It’s just like everything is in low definition without them.”
“No offense, but you really seem like someone who would have bad vision.”
He snorted. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know. Like, you’re always at the computer, and?—”
“Can I go back to kissing you now?” he interrupted.
I bit my lip to keep from talking and nodded. I couldn’teven remember the last time a guy had me this nervous. It was a good nervous, though.
Reid resumed kissing me. Strong. Confident. When his tongue slipped inside it was all I could do to keep from moaning.
