The first attempt we both threw rock, the second paper.
“See, I know you,” Bianca said, grinning.
“That proves nothing. Let’s go again.”
This time each of us threw paper again.
“Are we linked?” I questioned.
“Apparently, we are, or it could mean that you actually want to watch the movie I’ve chosen,” she said, giggling.
“Third time is a charm. I’m going deep.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“One, two, three…”
This time I threw rock and Bianca threw paper, causing her to squeal in victory as she bounced up and down on the couch.
“Yes! I am the winner! Paper covers rock.”
She leaned over, grabbed my face, and kissed me. “I love winning, and I love you, but mostly I love winning.”
She laughed as I pulled her onto my lap. “You are the worst winner I’ve ever met.”
“Nope, I am the best winner. However, we can watch your movie if you really want to. I don’t want to torture you.”
I looked into her eyes. “No, a deal’s a deal. You won fair and square,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Besides, I really do likeYou’ve Got Mail.”
“Ha! I knew it.”
Bianca leaned forward and kissed me, then slid off my lap.
“Want a soda with popcorn, or do you want water?”
“Water, please.”
An hour in, we had settled into our normal positions for watching a movie. We were both stretched out on the couch, the ottoman in front of us to make the space a little larger. We were both snuggled under the blankets, my back resting against the couch while she rested against me. My arm was draped over her waist, and her fingers played with mine.
I leaned forward, placing a kiss on her neck, and I heard her let out a small moan as I continued my way down to her bare shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Having a moment,” I whispered, continuing to kiss her.
“I think you’re having more than a moment.” She moaned, backing her ass up to me so she could feel me through my sweatpants.
She rolled onto her back, brought her hand up to my neck, and met my lips, both of us forgetting about the movie as she swung one leg over my hip.
“Uh, we’re missing the movie,” I whispered against her mouth as I felt her hands move over my abs, dipping into the waistband of my pants.
“It’s okay, I’ve seen it before,” she murmured.
“Uh-huh? Five times, apparently.”
“Six now,” she said, placing her hand on my cheek. “You know, you’re a great kisser.”
“I know. You may have mentioned it once or twice.”
