Blue eyes stare at me, causing my heart rate to spike. That’s all it takes with her. Just a look.
“We picked a movie. Is that okay?”
Carter chuckles softly.
“Little Heathen picked the movie. I just agreed.”
I whip my shirt off and take my spot beside her, and Carter starts the movie. He places his hand on her thigh as she rests her head on my shoulder. When I press a kiss to the top of her head, she breathes out a blissful sigh, as if this is everything she needs.
The movie starts with a breakup, and I can’t help but wonder what kind of idiot starts a story that way.
A tear trickles down Heather's cheek as the movie flashes back to a happier time.
“They’re going to find their way back to each other. They have to.”
I glance at Carter and try to hide my smile. Of course they’ll find their way. It’s a predictable romance. I would never watch this on my own, but if this makes her happy, I’ll sit through it.
She giggles through the funny parts, cries during the sad scenes and wiggles through the sex, and we watch her just like she watches the movie. As if we are so enthralled that we can’t possibly look away.
When the male character almost dies Heather shakes her head, her gaze filled with emotion as her voice breaks.
“The one thing you wish for when you think you're dying is more time. You bargain with God just in case he exists and beg for just one more day. It’s funny though, because if I had been given one more day with you, I would’ve begged for more. There is no measure of time that would ever be enough.”
Kissing her neck, I whisper in her ear as she shivers.
“Ditto, Tesoro.”
Carter places soft kisses on her jaw as he agrees with her.
“An entire lifetime wouldn’t be enough.”
I stroke her hair as I look at the screen as the brunette opens the door to her lost love, and Heather squeals with relief. Glancing up at me, she says, “I told you.”
I chuckle and agree.
“Yes, Tesoro. You did.”
She looks at Carter, and he kisses her on the forehead.
“Did you like the movie?”
He nods and says, “I liked watching it with you, but it could’ve been anything and that wouldn’t change.”
Carter swallows hard before he speaks again.
“I want to try something.”
I immediately watch him closely, because the last time he wanted to try something it ended badly.
“Carter.” I warn.
“No, not touching. I trust her. I want to see if I can handle her hands on her lap in front of her.”
Heather sets one hand on her lap and waits quietly.
“The other one now.”
I continue to watch them cautiously as she places her other hand on her thigh. He releases a shaky breath, his hand trembling slightly as he rests it on top of hers and holds it there.
