Her kiss tastes so sweet that my cock is asking the same question as she is: “Why did you stop?”
“Movie’s about to begin.”
Her fingers dig into my nape. “Zach.”
But I tsk at her whining and slide my arm around her shoulders.
“Watch it with me.” I kiss her nose. “You can have your wicked way with me later.”
I feel her eyelashes flutter against my cheek but, thankfully, she withdraws control of my hair.
“Hey! You stole my candy!”
“It was open season. Begging for the taking.” I grab her chin and press a single kiss to her lips then murmur, “Take it, D.” She trembles as I hold the candy with my lips and groans as I thrust it into her mouth.When I make a final retreat, I tut when she comes back for more. “Watch this with me, beautiful.”
With a grouchy tut and mutters of retribution, she settles against me and wiggles until she’s comfortable. Of course, I’m the opposite, but I’ll suffer like the hero I am in silence.
Grateful she can’t read my thoughts because she’d definitely yank my ear for that, I watch a movie we’ve seen a thousand times together. Hell, I don’t even like this one. I was more of aCarskinda kid.
It’s different though, watching it with her—likethis.
Makes the scenes roll out differently. Like, now my life’s changed, the movie that I know word-for-word has too. I can’t help but feel that’s borderline prophetic, but I’ve seen enough of theDunemovies to know to back the fuck away from prophesies.
D’s snuggled up beside me, her hand on my knee. Nowhere too close to the goods but enough to remind me this is a date. Prior to us being together, she’d never have sagged into me this much. And I love it.
When Sloth shows up on screen, she clucks her tongue in disapproval—she’s never liked how he’s vilified because of his appearance. And when the kids head off with the pirate map, like usual, she mumbles, “Wish we had that much freedom.”
“In the good ol’ days,” I confide, “kids used to get attacked by a family of crooks only when they were in the middle of an adventure.”
“As it should be,” she says with a sniff, but I can see her smile.
And that’s what it’s all about.
Digging into the goodie bag of snacks, I reveal thepièce de résistance…
She gasps loud enough for someone behind us to yell, “Quiet!”
“Pink lemonade?”
“Only the best for my D,” I vow, popping the can as softly as I can.
“Is this my birthday or something and I forgot?”
I drop a kiss to the tip of her nose. “If it is, happy birthday.”
Though she shoves me, it’s not hard enough to spill a drop of her drink. She sighs happily and, once settled at my side, guzzles it down.
It’s the most PG-rated date I’ve ever been on.
It’s also thebestdate I’ve ever been on.
But that comes as no surprise—I’m with Denny.
Nothing else would make any sense.
THIRTY-FOUR
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