“Okay,The Departed? That’s a good one,” I mention, and she nods.
“A long movie.”
“Is that a problem?” I give her a look, which makes her smile.
“No. Just means you need to stay here longer,” she counters.
“Already trying to get rid of me?”
“Nah. But I should make it clear that you will be going home tonight,” she reminds me, and in truth I don’t mind.
“That’s okay. Your dog is giving me murder eyes anyhow,” I confirm.
Within minutes, we have popcorn made, a movie on, and we find comfortable sitting positions on the couch. My arm goes around her to pull her in. I’m ready for a classic cuddle session. The kind where you are more occupied with where your fingers may go or how you can hug tighter. So occupied with who is in your arms that you don’t care who is on the screen.
Abby’s sparkly eyes peer up to me and she nibbles her lip. “Can I cash in on my rain check from the other night?”
Why yes she can.
“Great idea.” I move in and our lips meet for a sweet and tender kiss. But soon we want to kiss deeper and her hands grab the fabric of my shirt at my chest.
Woof woof
We both pull away reluctantly and look at Romeo who is sitting in front of us with tail wagging and staring at us.
“Shhh,” Abby speaks to the dog, and we go back to making out like two teenagers in a basement.
Woof woof
Again. We both pull away.
“Someone is protective,” I comment amused.
Abby laughs. “I never even thought about this. He’s never seen a guy here like this, I mean.”
Like a cave man, territorial, I love that confirmation from her. I’m the first.
“Is he like jealous? Or wants to join in? Both options are deeply concerning to me,” I say sarcastically.
“Maybe he just needs to get used to you a few more minutes. Let’s watch some more of the movie before we give him a show,” she suggests.
Christ, this dog became our chaperone.
But I oblige. We go back to cuddling, but soon the Lab jumps up on the sofa to sit between us.
He is officially blocking me out from any action PG-rated or higher. Abby starts laughing hysterically.
“I’m happy you find this amusing, but is this going to be like a real problem?” I have to ask.
“I don’t know. He does sleep in my bed.” This idea makes her laugh even harder.
“Oh no.No!He is not sleeping in bed if I’m here.”
“You’re optimistic,” she snipes, but she just laughs more as she goes to get treats.
A few seconds later she returns and hands me the treats. “Bond with him,” she requests yet she’s trying to contain her laughter.
Taking the treats, I begin to offer one to the guy who I need to make my ally. The guy is responsive. So much so that we manage to get him to settle on the end of the sofa. But he spreads out like he owns the piece of furniture. This time, I can thank the mutt as it just means Abby and I need to move tightly together.
