“Stop right there, Birdie,” he said, his free palm coming to my cheek. “It may be new, but hurry and get used to it. I care.”
I felt myself nodding. “Want something to eat?”
“I hitched a ride with Matt Damon and we ate on the plane. He wanted vegan burgers, and who was I to argue? I agreed, knowing it would be late and you have to operate tomorrow.”
“Must be nice to fly private…”
“It’s better to be here, rather than wait for a plane.” He now led us to the couch and sat down, propping my feet on his lap like we were a regular couple, doing everyday things. Rourke crawled into his side to complete the effect, and Daniel asked, “What are you watching?”
It was paused, but I figured I’d answer truthfully. “30 for 30.”
“Anyone good?”
“Yeah—you.”
“Oh, that’s an old one with my ex.”
“I’ve never seen it, but I figured with you moving on in…”
“Never believe what you see on TV,” he said, leaning over and kissing me. “If you want to see a great30 for 30, watch the one on Tiger.” He took control of the remote, changing the episode in a way that felt like foreshadowing of how he might change my life.
Tiger’s episode was incredible, and I further thought that maybe the changes Daniel would bring would be equally amazing…
Wren
Daniel peered over, reading the Sunday paper on his iPad, and I felt a huge smile break all the way up to my cheeks.
“What? You have an evil look on your face. What are you thinking?” he asked, raising an eyebrow over his eyeglass frames.
“It’s just, you look sexy like that.”
“If sexy means old, then okay, thanks,” Daniel countered.
“Plain old sexy,” I stated, leaning over to kiss him.
We had been cohabitating for a month, and it still felt a bit like we were playing house. It wasn’t until the second week that Daniel had lived with me that he’d admitted to needing reading glasses.I’m vain, he’d teased when he told me.
“Want to go to the game today?” he asked. “It’s a pretty big game, but I assume you don’t need tickets?”
“The basketball finals, you mean? I usually only go when there is an emergency…”
“Wouldn’t it be exciting to go for fun?”
Over the last month, Daniel had set about pampering me, encouraging me to live life, in between my schedule and his reviewing various whatevers for the studio. I didn’t quite understand the making of a movie, but it seemed like a grueling process.
“It would. Although, it’s one of the biggest games of the year, you know?”
“I do know a thing or two about sports…”
“Ha, ha. This isn’t golf, where you act all sophisticated.”
“I am surely not sophisticated.” He snatched his glasses off and shoved them into the neck of his shirt, kissing me.
Our mouths tasted of coffee and want, but if we went back to bed, it was certain we wouldn’t get out. Breaking free, I said, “I can call over there and arrange it.”
His hand slipped over and took mine in his. “Good. Then we can go to an early dinner before or a late one after? Make it a date.”
“Rourke?” It was so strange…I only had to mention his name and Daniel knew what I meant.
