"I was so worried you'd do something stupid that night," I admit.
"You hardly even knew me, and you cared for me then?" she asks with a playful and teasing tone to her words.
I smirk, because the truth is . . . yes. I guess when you just know that someone might be important to you, you know. Even if you have no thoughts about what might come from a single interaction.
"You can say that."
"So, I'm sorry that my choice in movie sucked," she says to me as we enter the door to my condo.
"Weslyn, it didn't suck it was just…" I trail off, not wanting to say something that may be offensive or will hurt her feelings.
"No, don't try to beat around the bush here. Honesty, Kyran. It was awful." She grins as she sheds both of her jackets.
I approach her after closing the door to grab them from her, and I smile down at her.
"For a movie that sucked, you sure were pretty scared," I tell her before walking the jackets to the closet.
"Hey! I told you I get scared easily. It could have been a little kid in a clown mask and I'm sure I'd scream then too!" I love the playfulness in her tone as she argues with me.
"Sure," I say sarcastically, causing her to shoot me a look with her pretty eyes and pouty lips.
I offer for her to take up the spare room to change—which I guess I should have done earlier—before I go to my own room to change from my jeans to some sweats. It takes a minute for us to get settled but when we meet back in the living room, I can tell she's apprehensive once more as I watch her approach me with caution.
"Come here," I say to her as I motion her to the couch in the middle of the living room. She follows and sits down next to me, not quite as close as we were in the theater, but I don't protest.
"You up for some vampires?" I ask her and immediately, her brows perk up.
"I thought you'd never ask," she says, and I chuckle as I flip through the TV to find the show and once I get it on the episode we’d left off on, I head to the kitchen.
"Do you want something to drink?" I ask her and I watch as she turns around at me from the couch.
"I'll take one of those beers if you don't mind?" I grin at her before grabbing two bottles from the fridge and walking them back.
I hand her one, top popped already, and sit down with my own. "Thank you," she says to me and I reach my glass in for acheers. "To first dates and being afraid of little kids in clown masks," I quip and she immediately pulls her bottle back in playful offense.
"Hey, I will not becheersingto that!" We both laugh before taking a swig of our drinks.
From then we watch the show and it's almost like we've done this before. Because we have, really. But mostly, as we fly through one episode and then another, I find myself watchingherinstead.
She's got this charisma to her, a passion that comes out when she watches her favorite show. It causes me to want to know everything about what makes this girl passionate. What else she gets so invested in and what things she likes most. I've learned a lot about her over the course of our conversations but seeing her react in person gives me a high I didn't know I needed. I'm captivated by her. How she rolls her eyes at the characters she doesn't like and when she turns to me to tell me her favorite line is coming up and repeats it word for word.
She drinks down her first bottle of beer slowly and I appreciate the pace, but when she jumps up at the end of the episode and starts going into a full-blown argument about some guy named Matt, I realize I've zoned out on her for far too long.
I have to remove myself, distract myself with something because as she stands in front of me and I try to focus on what she's saying, but all I can see is this beautiful, passionate woman throwing her hands around in theatrics and I can't seem to think about anything other than wanting to pull her into my lap.
"You want another?" I get up and tilt my empty beer bottle at her.
I realize I've interrupted her, but she doesn't miss a beat. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she mutters off before going back to her rant about how so many people hate Matt Donovan and she doesn't understand why.
"I mean, Stefan is likewayworse than Matt and I…" I let her words trail off a bit as I head into the kitchen.
I'm still listening to her. Or at least I want to. But it's really fucking hard when all I can think about is…
Fuck it.
I leave the empty beer bottles on the counter before walking back over to Weslyn. She looks behind her as I approach and I can see her eyes go wide, causing her to stop mid-sentence. I gently grab one of her arms to turn her toward me. She gasps, her eyes switching from the look of having a heated argument about a television show to now being caught in the crossfires of my desire for her.
She doesn't protest as I reach for her and grab her by the waist with one hand as the other reaches for her chin to bring her eyes up to mine.
