“No, a guy who cares so much he stands outside my window playing a love song because he wants to win me back.”
“But that means he lost you in the first place.”
I startle at his comment. “I know it’s silly, but it’s romantic,” I mumble, hiding my face in his shirt.
Cooper huffs and kisses me quickly. “Can it still be done sans breakup?” he asks.
I lift a shoulder, trying to contain my excitement because he seems interested in the details.
“I feel like it’s a dealer’s choice kind of thing.”
He hums, nodding thoughtfully.
My favorite scene comes to the end, and there’s less than half the movie left, but I can’t watch anymore because I’m focused on him.
Cooper sighs, leaning his head back. “It’s really nice tonight. When this is over, do you want to go outside for a bit?”
I lean on his leg and sit up to kiss his cheek. “Okay.”
He places his hand on mine resting on his thigh, and we keep trading places, watching each other instead of the screen.
As the movie ends, a charge builds in the air. The credits roll and I flip the TV off.
Cooper stands and holds his hand out to me. “Outside?”
I take his hand, and he opens the door for me to go first.
The porch light goes out, and I find the plug for the bug light to ward off mosquitoes or lure them to their death.
He steps around me, dropping onto the porch swing, making it creak with his weight.
I take a deep breath, trying to ease the hungry ache while I look out over the hills and mountains in the distance. The moon lights the edges of the jagged peaks, making them look otherworldly.
“Come here,” Cooper calls.
I turn around, closing the distance between us, and he grabs my belt loops, tugging me forward, forcing me to straddle his thighs.
The porch swing bounces a little with the movement as it sways back and forth. It’s long enough that someone could recline across it. I don’t have to be in his lap, but I’m glad I am.
“Can you imagine being able to do this whenever we want?” he asks, head tilted back to see me as he slows the swing with his heel.
I stare into his arresting green eyes, glittering in the neon bug light.
“I think about it all the time, and it feels right,” he breathes, as if we’re telling each other secrets in the dark. Yet there’s no one around to hear us.
“I think about that too,” I whisper almost surprised that I admitted it.
He tugs my hips to his so I can feel the way he thinks about me.
I roll my hips and his eyes close and jaw drops open on a silent groan as singing heat rips through my veins.
I want him. I need him.
He lets out a rough breath, slipping his hands under my tank top at the small of my back.
The swing moves again, and I grab the back to balance us.
His hands tighten on my body as I lean forward to kiss him. “I’m falling for you,” he says, brushing my lips.
