long grey cardigan sweater with owls stitched on the sleeves over a white lace trimmed camisole over a red bra. Yeah, I was going there. It was comfy, a little sexy, and way better than the jeans and old t-shirts I had been wearing. I’d even curled my long hair and left it down. Ponytails were for ten year olds. The doorbell rang while I was still primping in the bathroom. I slathered on some lip gloss and hurried to answer the door.
“Hey,” I said a little breathless. The house wasn’t that big, but the sight of him tonight took the words right out of my mouth. It looks like he’d had the same idea. He was dressed in dark denim jeans and white button down shirt. He’d also traded his usual brown steel-toed work boots for leather cowboy boots.
“Well hey there gorgeous.”
I blushed. “Hey yourself.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yes!” I said a little too excitedly and moved out of the doorway.
“What are we watching tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah. Lasagna’s in the oven,” I said first. “And I pick Harry Potter. It should last us a week.”
He just laughed and sat on the couch. It was my turn for a movie and I’d chosen Harry Potter. Last night he’d said he was out of ideas and DVD’s so I should choose what to watch for the next week. Eight Harry Potter movies seemed like the perfect fit. I popped the movie in, grabbed the remotes, and joined him on the couch. Josh scooted close to me and wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me close to him.
Somehow over the next forty-five minutes we’d intertwined ourselves up in each other. My legs were on his and his arms were around me. When the oven timer went off I untangled myself from him and rushed to the kitchen to turn it off and pull out the lasagna.
“I’m not really hungry.” Josh said as he wandered into the kitchen.
I decided to cover it up and put it in the fridge. Back in the living room he sat back down next to me. I shifted so that I was leaning against the arm of the couch and slung my legs up and laid them Josh’s lap. He only smiled as I settled in to finish the movie.
As we watched the movie, Josh traced slow circles over my feet and ankles that sent tingles up between my legs. If he kept doing that I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to concentrate on the movie before I jumped into his lap. His wildly intoxicating cologne filled my senses with hints of citrus and wood and something warm the filtered down, meeting the tingles sent from his fingers at my feet. Shivers passed over me and deep through my body, the combination of his scent and his hands on me took me over the edge. I pulled my feet back and leaned close to him.
“I can’t concentrate with you rubbing my feet like that,” I said softly.
He let out a quick chuckle like he knew what he was doing to me. He just stared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time. He did know what he was doing to me.
“Because you need to concentrate really hard on a movie you’ve probably seen a hundred time?”
“What?” I said.
“Nothing,” he said, but smiled at me.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m not allowed to look at you?”
“You can look at me, but you’re staring and it’s weirding me out.”
“Weirding you out?”
“Yeah.” My voice was getting smaller and smaller each time he asked me a question.
“I just like looking at you. You’re beautiful.”
“Are you drunk?” I asked.
“No, I think you’re beautiful.”
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“What things?”
“Things like that!” Now I was getting annoyed. What was he playing at?
“Well then what can I do?”
“I don’t know!”
We sat there staring at each other. Neither of us moved. A sly smile crept across Josh’s face and I couldn’t help but smile as well.
“What?” he asked.
“You smiled first!” I responded.
“So. I like smiling.”
“Smiling’s my favorite.”
“Oh good, you know that
“Hey,” I said a little breathless. The house wasn’t that big, but the sight of him tonight took the words right out of my mouth. It looks like he’d had the same idea. He was dressed in dark denim jeans and white button down shirt. He’d also traded his usual brown steel-toed work boots for leather cowboy boots.
“Well hey there gorgeous.”
I blushed. “Hey yourself.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yes!” I said a little too excitedly and moved out of the doorway.
“What are we watching tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah. Lasagna’s in the oven,” I said first. “And I pick Harry Potter. It should last us a week.”
He just laughed and sat on the couch. It was my turn for a movie and I’d chosen Harry Potter. Last night he’d said he was out of ideas and DVD’s so I should choose what to watch for the next week. Eight Harry Potter movies seemed like the perfect fit. I popped the movie in, grabbed the remotes, and joined him on the couch. Josh scooted close to me and wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me close to him.
Somehow over the next forty-five minutes we’d intertwined ourselves up in each other. My legs were on his and his arms were around me. When the oven timer went off I untangled myself from him and rushed to the kitchen to turn it off and pull out the lasagna.
“I’m not really hungry.” Josh said as he wandered into the kitchen.
I decided to cover it up and put it in the fridge. Back in the living room he sat back down next to me. I shifted so that I was leaning against the arm of the couch and slung my legs up and laid them Josh’s lap. He only smiled as I settled in to finish the movie.
As we watched the movie, Josh traced slow circles over my feet and ankles that sent tingles up between my legs. If he kept doing that I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to concentrate on the movie before I jumped into his lap. His wildly intoxicating cologne filled my senses with hints of citrus and wood and something warm the filtered down, meeting the tingles sent from his fingers at my feet. Shivers passed over me and deep through my body, the combination of his scent and his hands on me took me over the edge. I pulled my feet back and leaned close to him.
“I can’t concentrate with you rubbing my feet like that,” I said softly.
He let out a quick chuckle like he knew what he was doing to me. He just stared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time. He did know what he was doing to me.
“Because you need to concentrate really hard on a movie you’ve probably seen a hundred time?”
“What?” I said.
“Nothing,” he said, but smiled at me.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m not allowed to look at you?”
“You can look at me, but you’re staring and it’s weirding me out.”
“Weirding you out?”
“Yeah.” My voice was getting smaller and smaller each time he asked me a question.
“I just like looking at you. You’re beautiful.”
“Are you drunk?” I asked.
“No, I think you’re beautiful.”
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“What things?”
“Things like that!” Now I was getting annoyed. What was he playing at?
“Well then what can I do?”
“I don’t know!”
We sat there staring at each other. Neither of us moved. A sly smile crept across Josh’s face and I couldn’t help but smile as well.
“What?” he asked.
“You smiled first!” I responded.
“So. I like smiling.”
“Smiling’s my favorite.”
“Oh good, you know that
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