“You said plenty,” I cut her off.
“But I didn’t scold you. How can you not knowThe Shining?”
“I never saw it,” I defend myself, shrugging my shoulders. Instead of insisting, she walks up to me and sits on my lap. I welcome her with warmth, circling her hips with my arms.
“Okay, I have a deal for you, Coleman,” she gravely says. “If you’ll have it, it would be my greatest honor to introduce you to the joys of classic movies.”
I grin as I take in the details of her beautiful face. “I’d love that. But what’s my half of the deal?”
“Well, you have very limited experience with movies, and mine is mediocre when it comes to sex. So I thought we could come up with an exchange of knowledge,” she suggests, her mouth so close to mine I can almost taste her.
The mood shifts as I slowly caress her curves. Maybe I’m not as tired as I thought. We don’t kiss, delaying the moment our lips will meet. We play with the idea, though, our mouths barely grazing each other’s.
“Sounds like a lot of work. I don’t know if I’ll be up to the task,” I tease.
“What about me? You haven’t even seenThe Shining.”
“You’re definitely better at sex than I am at movies.”
“That’s hardly an accomplishment. I don’t even know where to start your education.”
“How about you show me your favorite movie first?”
“Nah, you wouldn’t like it.”
“I’m feeling quite open-minded at the moment,” I argue, shifting so she can feel my erection against her thigh.
A naughty smile stretches her lips. “You can’t be that indulgent. What if I told you it’sDirty Dancing?”
“I have three older sisters, remember? I know it by heart.”
“Really?”
To prove my point, I recite a whole section of the movie with the intonations and facial expressions. She gapes at me at first, but then it turns into a broad smile. For both our sakes, she shuts me up by plastering her lips over mine. I embrace the distraction until she pulls away, still grinning.
“I can’t believe you actually knowDirty Dancingby heart.”
“I think I’ve watched it thirty times. And as soon as I was strong enough, my sisters made me learn the dance with the lift and all.”
She fails to contain her laughter.
“Are you making fun of me?” I wonder, a little offended.
“I swear I’m not. You’re just… adorable.”
“I don’t think anyone has called me adorable in twenty-five years.”
“It was about time I came along, th—”
A couple of knocks interrupt her. On reflex, she jumps away from my lap. “One day, we’ll lock ourselves somewhere for a week where no one can interrupt us,” I say in a way that’s closer to a threat than a promise. “Who is it?” I bark, standing up.
“It’s Hugh,” the person at the door answers. Fuck, what’s that asshole doing here?
“I swear I might just kill the man,” I mutter.
Andrea swiftly gathers her things as I walk to the door to open it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company,” Hugh says when he notices her, not seeming sorry at all.
