"I already texted and told them to come in an hour late, give the plows time to clear the roads."
I sipped my coffee as he got up and rinsed off his plate.
He placed it in the dishwasher, then turned to face me.He leaned against the counter across from me and folded his arms over his chest."Neither of us planned for what happened."
I shook my head."Definitely not."
"I don't have any regrets."His tone was firm.
That made everything inside of me still.What did that mean?
Then his expression softened."You want to catch a showing at the movie theater in town one night?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?"I asked.
He crossed one leg over the other."I'd like to partake in a few holiday events that I've missed out on over the years.And I don't want to go with my parents or my brothers."
"You want to go with me?"
He let his arms fall to his side."We know each other well, so it won't be awkward.Who knows?We might have fun."
"I don't know if this is a good idea."
He moved closer, leaning his elbows on the counter in front of me."If you don't go with me, I won't be able to experience the magic of Christmas."
My lips quirked."You're trying to guilt trip me."
He raised a brow."Is it working?"
I chewed my lip, remembering what happened last night.How I couldn't keep my hands off him.And how I wanted to have sex with him again.
"All I want is to go with someone to a Christmas movie, walk a light trail, and have someone to stand next to when you light the tree.Is that asking too much?We're friends, right?"
I huffed out a laugh."I'm not sure about the friendship part anymore."
He raised a brow, his voice lower."We were friends before we started dating."
We had been partners at school on a history project that lasted most of the year.We'd gotten to know each other before he asked me to a school dance."I'll do it."
He straightened with a grin."It's the first time I've looked forward to the holidays in a long time.We should get a tree for your place and mine."
"I don't usually get a tree.We have one downstairs."
His brow furrowed."Let me get this straight.You have a tree on ever floor?—"
I laughed."In every room and balcony."
"But none in your apartment?"
I shrugged."It's not important that my place be filled with holiday decorations.It's just me here."
"Yeah, but it creates a nice ambiance.I'll text you about the movie, and then we'll go to a tree farm this weekend to get a tree."He opened the door.
"The scouts sell trees in the parking lot."
He raised a brow."We're cutting down our trees."
Then he was gone, and I wondered what had just happened.I'd agreed to several dates apparently.Although he'd said they weren't dates.I was doing him a favor.But they were date-like activities.Things you only did with a significant other.I'd certainly never gone tree shopping with anyone.
