Fin choked on his surprised laughter. “What?”
So calmly, fighting hard for a straight face, “I’m looking for a pirate.” I wetted a paper towel and started wiping down the counters while Fin let that settle in.
“Is that so?”
“Definitely. I’mallabout pirates.”
“Argh! Then come here you lusty wench,” Fin caught me around the waist and somehow twisted me so that when I turned around I was pressed up against his chest. He smiled down at me, the bright, disarming one and then attacked my neck with a messy, wet, loud kiss. Against my skin he gave his best pirate impersonation, “Tonight you walk the plank.”
I started laughing before I could push him away. Besides, I could feel how strongly he did not want me to push him away. But he was being playful and fun, so I fell into the moment, refusing to let my fears take away from this…. from him. He started tickling my sides and I was hysterically laughing and struggling to get away from him when the apartment door opened and then shut. Apparently Britte was gone.
“Stop!” I gasped for breath between my insane giggling. “You win! You win!”
“I like winning,” he grinned. He stopped tickling me but didn’t let go, and instead wrapped his arms around my waist so I was held tightly to his chest.
“Lusty wench?” I gaped. “Not true!”
“Really? Then why can I feel how badly you want to kiss me right now? How badly you’ve wanted me to kiss you all day?”
“It’s not my fault! It’s all these nice muscles,” I offered helpfully. I squeezed his bicep in my grip and then gave him a “See? Not my fault,” look. “It’s not my fault you’re like man-candy.”
He ignored me. “Let’s watch a movie.”
I chewed my bottom lip thinking about that. “I don’t have any furniture, or a TV or DVD’s or a DVD player.”
He laughed lightly. “Do you have a bed?”
I nodded, afraid of what my voice would sound like if I tried to talk. I had a bed…. that I should never, ever take him near. If so, I would not be responsible for my actions.
“My computer is down in the car,” he explained. “I brought movies. We could watch one on your bed. We’d both have a place to sit.”
“You were planning to hang out tonight?” I put together everything that was left unsaid.
“All day, I’ve been planning to doa whole lotmore, but I better restrain myself to hanging out,” he admitted and the blush reappeared across my cheekbones and chest.
“Promise not to kiss me?” I asked, but willed him to say no.
“Yes,” he finally agreed.
This was another one of those moments where it would be really nice if he could just read my mind and disregard everything I’d said and done thus far.
When I was still wavering he laid down another car, “I brought popcorn.”
“Go get your computer and I’ll make my room boy-ready,” I said quickly, while wiggling out of his arms.
“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he called after me.
“What’s a good sign?”
“That your room isn’t already boy-ready. You must not have found the right pirate yet.” He sounded smug and confident and I should have teased him back, I should have discouraged him…. but I didn’t have it in me.
I wanted him to be my pirate.
Fin returned with the popcorn, which was actually kettle corn, which was even better. And I grabbed the Kitkats because I was feeling very generous.
He brought three movies to choose from: Trainspotting, which I had already seen and was traumatized from. I would never, ever become a drug addict thanks to that movie; Memento, which seemed confusing to me- besides, what was with his bizarre-o taste in movies?- and The Hobbit.
I picked The Hobbit.
