Page 10 of Even In Our Dreams

The realization dawns on me as she watches the scene play out ahead of us. It’s an anxiousness that comes over me as I glance down at her wondering if this is just a good time for her, or if she’s interested in more.

“Movie is awful,” she murmurs, and then glances up at me.

“I’m so glad you said so,” I comment back and stretch my arm above my head before laying it on the pillow so I can rest my head on my hand.

“So what did you do after high school?”

She smirks at me, “Small talk?”

“Or we could watch the movie,” I offer with a grin.

She gets comfortable beside me, telling me about how she’s an editor for a publishing house.

The conversation carries on easily as she updates me on how it happened and the stories she’s been a part of. “A couple were turned into TV shows.”

“No kidding,” I comment without thinking, letting my brow raise with surprise.

“That’s right.” Pride shines in her eyes but there’s still a shyness and vulnerability about her.

“Look at you, fancy editor.”

“I mean I’m not a fancy doctor.”

“Me neither, just a regular doctor.”

She chuckles at my cheesy joke and I wish I could shake off the nerves. I’d like to tell her how lonely it was. Studying and working, interning and all the sleepless nights. I missed this town, I missed out on so much.

“I’m just happy to be back home and that the family practice had an opening.”

She smiles shyly, seeming to debate on what she wants to say next but she settles with, “I’m happy you’re back too.”

God damn, she’s so beautiful, smart and funny. I just don’t get it. “How are you single?”

“You know you’re not supposed to ask that question,” she comments with a somewhat serious tone.

My throat tightens slightly, thinking I might be messing this up but also… that there might be something I don’t know.

“I just never clicked with anyone I guess,” she comments off handily.

A beat passes and I gather up the nerve to just fucking ask her.

“So … the two of us…” I prepare to ask the obvious question. Is it serious? Or just messing around? I haven’t told a soul what happened the other night. If we’re on different pages, which could very well be the case, the town would catch wind of it fast and I don’t need to come back home to be the center of gossip.

“What about us?” she asks.

“I’m just wondering…” I start and then readjust, moving the pillow behind me as I clear my throat to get comfortable. As I do, I wrap an arm around Bree. She fits there perfectly, taking the opportunity to scoot closer.

“I like the two of us,” she answers with a sensual whisper, turning onto her side and brushing the tip of her nose along my chin. I’m rock hard instantly.

This drive in theater has been here for as long as I can remember. More than a time or two my friends and I would drive out, some would have girlfriends and I pictured Bree here too. A decade has passed and that dream has finally come to life.

At that thought, she kisses me. It’s a quick peck but her hand rests on my chest, her hair sweeps along my shoulder. It’s more than just a kiss. She whispers, biting down on a smile as she pulls back and then looks me in the eye, “I really really like us.”

With her doe eyes and that blush hitting her cheeks.

“I really really like us too,” I tell her, dropping my voice down as I stare at her lips. Her teeth sink into her bottom one before she leans in, kissing me again. This time I’m prepared and my hand rests on the small of her back, my other reaches up behind her, bracing her back with my hand at the back of her neck. Her lips mold to mine and when I brush the tip of my tongue along her seam, she parts for me.

The feminine moan that slips from her as I deepen the kiss is fucking heaven.

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