He chuckled, and again, it did something to me.
“A lot of the time I do, but I also give a lot to my staff, or even customers.”
“Wow, who would have guessed it. Do you have any hobbies?”
“I do. I collect stones and rare gems. I also play disc golf and work out.”
I guess that was how he was able to eat so many cookies and not look like it.
“What the hell is disc golf?”
It was a good thing it was just us in the theater because he laughed louder. He explained what disc golf was, and it was something that I wanted to stay away from. From his explanation, it was way too physical for me.
“What about you? What are your hobbies besides baking cookies?”
“I’ve been doing kickboxing and just started taking Spanish.”
His eyes widened. “Oh really? Say something in Spanish?”
I had to think of something that wasn’t too crazy, but also something to tell him how I felt.
“Me gustas.”
“Damn, that sounded sexy. What did you say?”
“I like you.”
He blushed again, and I thought it was the cutest thing.
Coye gently grabbed my chin and pulled me close. With his lips hovering over mine, he said, “I like you too.”
I melted into the seat when he passionately kissed me.
It took me a moment to catch my breath once we separated. My panties were ruined, and my nipples were hard.
“You want to watch another movie?” Coye asked when the movie went off.
A part of me wanted to say no, but only because of how turned on I was. Another part felt like we should watch another to calm my hot ass down.
“I don’t mind watching one more,” I told him.
“Cool.” He pulled out his phone again, and a few seconds later, another one of my favorites came on. “You straight on food and shit?”
“I can use some water, but other than that, I’m good.”
He used his phone again to order the water, I guessed, then got comfortable again.
As we watched the second movie, I would catch Coye looking at me, and I would blush each time.
Instead of paying attention to the movie, we talked about some of the places he’d traveled over the years, all for the love of jewelry. I found it fascinating that he’d been to Colombia, Sri Lanka, and even Tanzania. I was sure there were plenty more places. I felt like a low-level traveler as he talked about his trips.
By the time the second movie went off, I was ready to go, but not ready to leave Coye. I enjoyed talking to him and wanted more.
“I ain’tready to let you go,” I mentioned to River when we walked out of the movie theater.
“What if I said you don’t have to?”
“Say less then. You down for chilling at my crib?”
