“What are we going to watch?” she says as she turns around. “Are you done, by the way?”
“I’m done.” I chuckle as I put the hairbrush on the side vanity, and she scooches up the bed next to me.
“I was thinking we could watchFBI,” I say to her.
“Huh?” She doesn’t look impressed as she crosses her legs and leans back.
“FBI. It’s a TV show. I think you’d?—”
“That sounds so boring, Luke. I do not want to watch a show about the FBI.”
“It’s not a real FBI show. It’s just fictional.”
“Same difference. It’s about the FBI. I don’t care if it’s real FBI cases or not.” She shakes her head. “That’s not a rom-com.”
“Does everything have to be romance-related?”
“Seeing as I have no real romance in my life, it’s kind of nice to see fictional romance, have something to aspire to.”
She leans back, and I turn to her.
“So, that’s something you really, really want in your life?”
“You know this, Luke. I’ve always wanted a romance for the ages.” She taps her fingers against her calf. “Why? You don’t want that?”
“I’ve kind of thought about it, but not really anything seriously. So, okay, noFBI. Something else?”
“Sure. What are the other options?” she says softly, her thighs rubbing against mine now as we lean back in the bed.
“I don’t know. Let me see. There’sBlue Bloods. It’s about?—”
“That doesn’t sound like a show I’d be interested in,” she says quickly, and I laugh.
“Really?”
“Luke, you know me well enough to know that I’m not interested in FBI, CIA, Blue Bloods, Red Bloods, Green Bloods, Purple Bloods.”
“Really, Mia?”
“What? I like cop shows sometimes, but I don’t want to watch one right now. I’m kind of tired and?—”
I notice that her eyes are on my chest. There’s a slight tension in the air as we just stare at each other.
“Tonight was fun,” Mia says softly.
“I think so.”
“It was interesting when we kissed.”
“It was,” I say. “I bet you Rex was super jealous.”
“You think?” she asks, giggling slightly.
“Yeah. I think he had to have noticed that it was pretty intense.”
“I wasn’t sure if I was too weird or uncomfortable-looking,” she says, pressing her lips together.
“What do you mean?”
