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“Yes, actually, I do,” I say, turning back to him and he pouts at me. “Okay, fine. I don’t mean it.”
“See? Now, what are we going to do? It’s barely eleven on a Friday and I refuse to let you become an old lady at twenty-eight.”
I watch him for a moment, losing myself in the eager look on his face, before sighing and sitting up in bed.
“All right. I have something we can do. Wait here.”
His eyes flash with excitement and I laugh under my breath as I slip out of bed and walk into the kitchen. Slipping the bag of popcorn into the microwave, I press cook before going to the cupboard and uncovering my secret stash of sweets I keep for occasions like this one. I sort through some of it before deciding to just take everything back with me and the microwave beeps as the smell of popcorn fills the kitchen. After grabbing the bag of popcorn and scooping my candy up in my arms, I slowly walk back to the bedroom, trying not to drop anything.
“What the hell?” Chance laughs as soon as he sees me and I grin as I drop everything on the bed with a thump.
“Well, you wanted to do something and get to know me so I’m going to show you my number one guilty pleasure.”
He eyes the food warily before glancing up at the TV on the wall. “You’re not going to make me watch chick flicks, are you?”
“Oh, hell no. It’s way better than that.”
He lifts a brow, fighting back a smile. “Porn?”
“Ew!” I yell, throwing a chocolate bar at him and hitting him square in the chest. “Not porn. Besides, I thought what we did was way better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”
He grins, flashing me a dimple as he nods his head. My cheeks burn. I can’t believe I said that.
“Yeah, there’s an idea. Let me go melt this,” he says, holding up the chocolate bar, “and I’ll lick it off your body.”
“Do you want to learn something about me or not?” I ask, propping my hand on my hip and he nods, patting the bed next to him. With a smile, I crawl up and sit next to him before grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. It takes me a few seconds to find my favorite ghost hunter show but when I do, he laughs.
“This is your guilty pleasure?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
I press play and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him as he kisses my forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispers and I feel it right in my chest because I’m giving him a tiny little piece of me and I like that he recognizes that. Tossing another piece of candy at him, I nod and pull away slightly.
“Just don’t eat all the chocolate and we won’t have any problems.”
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer as the episode begins playing in front of us. “I’ll remember that.”
