“Geez.” He giggles, and fuck it’s cute. “Not a store looking like a store. That’s wild.”
“Isn’t it?” I say with an amused tone. We keep watching and my eyes keep drifting from the movie to his face lighting up in the reflection. He’s mesmerizing. Does his boyfriend ever tell him how contagious his smile is? It’s all toward the movie, but mine is because of him.
“Does she look as into him as he does her?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t realize it, though.”
“Typical.”
Laughing, I move on to the next scene, and his face falls when he starts to worry she’ll end up with the wrong guy. He holds his breath, folding in his legs and grabbing onto his toes. He does it without looking as if it’s something he does a lot. Wanting to see all his other reactions, my eyes keep bouncing back to him every chance I get.
“ALove Actuallyreference. I love it.”
“Is it?” I lift a brow, looking back at the shuffling of cardboard with different words on each one. “Never seen it.”
“What?” His eyebrows jump toward his hairline and I chuckle.
“Really.”
“It’s a must. I urge you to do it as soon as we hang up.”
“In that case, I’ll have to add it to my very long to-do list for the day that I totally don’t have.”
He makes a squeaking noise, bringing his hand to his mouth. “I think mine would be longer if I knew where everything was. My best friend helped me unpack and forgot to tell me where she put things. I’m not even sure I set anything in the right place or where the right place is.”
“How about we add to our lists together and I help you figure it all out? Or at least where some things are. Whatever you need today.”
“I’d hate to take up more of your time. You don’t have anyone else to help?”
“No. I’m not done helping you yet, so why would I move on to someone else so quickly? And don’t worry, I like doing this a lot better than my last job.”
“Even when you don’t get paid for it?”
“Depends on what you mean by getting paid. I may not be getting money, but I’m definitely getting something out of it.”
“Like?” His voice strains.
“Like a nice conversation and great movie recommendations.”
His lips curve and then his eyes widen. “Crap, we’re missing the best part, aren’t we?” He focuses back on the movie.
“The ending?”
“No . . . the kiss. The one after admitting feelings. All the passion and promise of more. The hands in the hair and forgetting to breathe because you can’t get enough of one another.”
My breaths stick to my throat. “We better rewind it in that case, then. That sounds like something way too good to miss.”
“Right?” He lifts both hands and a laugh slips from my lips. He commands the app to rewind it, and I tell him when to stop. He went a little too far, but neither of us mind going back towhere the girl protagonist shows up in front of the guy’s house desperate for a second chance.
“She lowers the signs and his fingers rake through her hair,” I say, unable to stop thinking about what it would be like to touch his soft-looking strands. “And his breaths catch as they step more into each other.”
“And then?” he says, sounding a little breathy.
“Her lips turn up as they gaze deeply into each other’s eyes like nothing else exists.”
His breaths pick up. “You’re getting better, or maybe these kinds of scenes are more your thing.”
Instead of suggesting we test that theory out, I continue explaining how I see things unfolding on the screen. “His lips brush over hers softly and she leans in, sealing her mouth over his. It’s not long but not too short either.” A lot shorter than I’d want with the man who feels like he’s looking back at me with his lips parted like an invitation. I want nothing more than to say yes, hoping he’d understand what I was agreeing to. Fuck, I’m screwed, aren’t I?
