He makes a low sound in his throat. “Is that so?”
His arm is around my waist and he’s tugging me to him, causing me to gasp.
I sink my top teeth into my bottom lip to stop from smiling. It feels so good being here, in his arms. His warmth is welcome, even though the cold of the rain is long gone. I like the way his body heat encompasses me; the way his masculine scent fills the air around him. His mouth is on my neck, kissing my skin.
“I thought I had food waiting for me?” I say.
“Ah, yes. Eating comes first.”
He pulls away, once again taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen as if I don’t know where it is. As if I don’t live here. There is a container of soup sitting on the counter, along with the mug of tea he brought out here from the bathroom.
He reheats the soup and tea, putting the mug on the small dining table for me before ladling some soup into a bowl. It’s placed in front of me, along with a spoon.
“You’re not having any?” I ask.
“No.”
He takes a seat at the table with me, and I dip my spoon into the soup, blowing on it before putting it in my mouth.
I hum a sound of approval. “This is delicious.”
“I’ll have to ask them where they got it from.”
“Please do.”
I eat the entire bowl, and when he offers more, I decline. But I do drink my tea. Elliot washes the dishes, and then we go to the living room.
“What kind of movies do you like?” I reach for the remote and settle into my spot on the couch, with Elliot not far off, seated more in the middle.
“Action, I suppose. Documentaries. Comedy, if they’re done right.”
“Which comedy movies do you like?”
“You probably won’t believe this, but anything with Jim Carrey or Robin Williams always gets me laughing.”
“You? Laughing?” I gasp in mock shock.
He rolls his eyes.
“I agree though. They’re amazing. Robin Williams’ death was tragic.”
“It was,” he agrees.
“Okay, serious question.” I turn to face him, ignoring the TV for now.
“The Mask or Dumb and Dumber?”
He smirks, but easily answers, “The Mask.”
I raise a brow, continuing. “Liar Liar or The Cable Guy?”
“Oh, that’s a tough one.” He taps his chin. “I have to go with Liar Liar.”
“Okay, last one,” I say, laughing. “His serious stuff. The Truman Show or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?”
“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.”
“Now that, I hadn’t expected,” I say.
