that. “Okay, well, I changed my mind.”
His deep laugh echoes through lobby of the theater, and he playfully wipes his brow. “Good to know I can relax a bit then. First dates are nerve racking.”
Dancing around the smile I’m hiding only lasts a second or two. I laugh at him and swat playfully at his arm, but he whirls out of my reach. It feels good to have a friend. “Oh, shut up and pick a movie, already.”
He finally chose ‘ Demon Rising ’ (why am I not surprised by that?), and I convince myself I can handle it. Normally I stray away from anything mentioning demons, but most demonic movies are so far from the truth I doubt it will scare me.
We opt to share a tub of popcorn and a drink after a ten minute debate on what we should order. I hold the buttery tub of goodness with both hands and follow him into theater seven. I’m anxious to see where he chooses to sit. Everyone knows the back row is make-out central—not that I’d mind trying those electric lips out sometime—but I want to make sure he likes me for the right reasons before we go there. Not because he’s like Stew or anything. I just don’t want to recreate that drama anytime soon.
“Is this, okay?” he asks as he stands about five rows down from the back.
Yes. He is a nice guy. I knew I liked him for a reason. “It’s fine.”
Relieved, I follow him to the middle of the row and take my seat next to him. I grab a handful of popcorn and stuff a couple pieces in my mouth. When he doesn’t immediately dig in with me, I stop and look at him. Steele gray eyes watch me intently, almost studying me.
The popcorn scrapes my throat as I swallow. “What?”
He looks away and runs his fingers through his long hair as he realizes I’ve caught him gawking at me.
“Rick? If I have a booger or something, you can tell me.” In the dim light of the theater, the hearty laugh that comes from him causes me to frantically search in my purse for a mirror. “Seriously. Do I have something on me?”
My face heats up. Oh my God, how embarrassing.
He rests his hand on my arm. “Nat, calm down. I’m laughing because you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m not nervous. I—” I what? I couldn’t finish that sentence because I am nervous. There’s so much pressure for me to work out my feelings about moving on. I can’t let something stupid make me feel silly and self-conscious the rest of the night.
“Really, there’s no need to be nervous around me. I like you, Nat. And I’d still like you even if you had the biggest booger in the world.
I bite my lip. This is not good because those three little words make my stomach do a flip. “You like me?”
His lips turn upward and then he licks them before he shoots me a stunning smile. “Of course I like you. Would I be here if I didn’t?”
My brain panics a bit. I don’t think I’m ready for this. It’s too soon to have this conversation with a guy, but I can’t resist the nagging question on my mind. “Well…um…why?”
His brow rises up. “Why?” The word sounds like the answer would be obvious to me. But I’m still clueless as to why Rick has all this interest in me. It wasn’t like I was a prize in the eyes of the rest of guys on campus or anything.
I nod. “Yeah, I mean, you’re practically the only guy who even talks to me.” The only human guy that is.
He shakes his head like he’s disgusted. “That’s everyone else’s loss, isn’t it? Just means you have more time for me.”
My eyes meet his. “But, why ?”
He sighs as he gently touches my cheek. “Because you’re special and I see that.”
My heart flops around erratically in my chest. I swallow deeply as I gaze into his gray eyes. The words flowing from his lips sound sincere. He’s answered the doubting voice in my mind and it scares me to think that I might actually like him back.
Should I stop questioning a good thing and just go with it?
Before we can dive
His deep laugh echoes through lobby of the theater, and he playfully wipes his brow. “Good to know I can relax a bit then. First dates are nerve racking.”
Dancing around the smile I’m hiding only lasts a second or two. I laugh at him and swat playfully at his arm, but he whirls out of my reach. It feels good to have a friend. “Oh, shut up and pick a movie, already.”
He finally chose ‘ Demon Rising ’ (why am I not surprised by that?), and I convince myself I can handle it. Normally I stray away from anything mentioning demons, but most demonic movies are so far from the truth I doubt it will scare me.
We opt to share a tub of popcorn and a drink after a ten minute debate on what we should order. I hold the buttery tub of goodness with both hands and follow him into theater seven. I’m anxious to see where he chooses to sit. Everyone knows the back row is make-out central—not that I’d mind trying those electric lips out sometime—but I want to make sure he likes me for the right reasons before we go there. Not because he’s like Stew or anything. I just don’t want to recreate that drama anytime soon.
“Is this, okay?” he asks as he stands about five rows down from the back.
Yes. He is a nice guy. I knew I liked him for a reason. “It’s fine.”
Relieved, I follow him to the middle of the row and take my seat next to him. I grab a handful of popcorn and stuff a couple pieces in my mouth. When he doesn’t immediately dig in with me, I stop and look at him. Steele gray eyes watch me intently, almost studying me.
The popcorn scrapes my throat as I swallow. “What?”
He looks away and runs his fingers through his long hair as he realizes I’ve caught him gawking at me.
“Rick? If I have a booger or something, you can tell me.” In the dim light of the theater, the hearty laugh that comes from him causes me to frantically search in my purse for a mirror. “Seriously. Do I have something on me?”
My face heats up. Oh my God, how embarrassing.
He rests his hand on my arm. “Nat, calm down. I’m laughing because you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m not nervous. I—” I what? I couldn’t finish that sentence because I am nervous. There’s so much pressure for me to work out my feelings about moving on. I can’t let something stupid make me feel silly and self-conscious the rest of the night.
“Really, there’s no need to be nervous around me. I like you, Nat. And I’d still like you even if you had the biggest booger in the world.
I bite my lip. This is not good because those three little words make my stomach do a flip. “You like me?”
His lips turn upward and then he licks them before he shoots me a stunning smile. “Of course I like you. Would I be here if I didn’t?”
My brain panics a bit. I don’t think I’m ready for this. It’s too soon to have this conversation with a guy, but I can’t resist the nagging question on my mind. “Well…um…why?”
His brow rises up. “Why?” The word sounds like the answer would be obvious to me. But I’m still clueless as to why Rick has all this interest in me. It wasn’t like I was a prize in the eyes of the rest of guys on campus or anything.
I nod. “Yeah, I mean, you’re practically the only guy who even talks to me.” The only human guy that is.
He shakes his head like he’s disgusted. “That’s everyone else’s loss, isn’t it? Just means you have more time for me.”
My eyes meet his. “But, why ?”
He sighs as he gently touches my cheek. “Because you’re special and I see that.”
My heart flops around erratically in my chest. I swallow deeply as I gaze into his gray eyes. The words flowing from his lips sound sincere. He’s answered the doubting voice in my mind and it scares me to think that I might actually like him back.
Should I stop questioning a good thing and just go with it?
Before we can dive
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