Page 80 of Scores Of The Heart

“Do you want to watch a movie?” She asks as she grabs two wine glasses and I stand halfway between the kitchen and the living area.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I say. Walking over to the lounge, shrugging out of my jacket and picking up the remote. “Mind if I flick to the movie channel, Henry?” He’s taken to following me, which is totally adorable.

I hear Cindy chuckle from the kitchen. “I keep telling Henry I’m the boss around here, but he doesn’t seem to listen.”

“He seems pretty content to me.” Since he just jumped up onto the long part of her sectional, the one with the chaise lounge on the end, does a little circle and sits in a little ball.

She walks into the lounge a few moments later with our wine and sets them down on the glass coffee table while I peruse the movie section.

“What do you feel like?” I ask her.

“Anything, just nothing scary. I don’t like horror movies.”

I chuckle. I couldn’t exactly see her watching anything scary or too violent. A romantic comedy might be a little cliche, but I decide Sweet Home Alabama might be a bit more up her alley.

“Ooh, I like this movie.” She laughs when it starts playing.

“You’re lucky I didn’t put on Rocky,” I say, following her lead and taking a seat on the couch.

“I like the Rocky movies,” she laughs with a shrug.

“Damn, if only I’d known. We’ll have to do a Rocky marathon some day.”

“Now that sounds good.”

We both have a sip of wine and settle back to watch. I’m still pretty hyped from tonight, but I meant what I said when I told her there was nowhere else I want to be.

“I still can’t believe tonight,” she says as she curls her legs up under her. “It really was amazing, Ty.”

I glance at her. My arm is around the back of the chair and I’m not touching her, but I’d like to be. “It was the best night of my life,” I say. “It’s gonna take some time for it to die down.”

She reaches over to me again. I like the fact she’s freely touching me now and not being too reserved. “You were very sweet listening to all my troubles in the car.”

“It’s nothing,” I say. “I’m just glad you shared it with me. It can’t have been easy what you went through. And for the record, the guy is a jerk.”

I want to know about the college thing I overheard too, but I’ll bide my time a little longer. I don’t know if we’re at that point yet.

“And it really doesn’t phase you?” she says, her face inches from mine. She doesn’t look at all interested in the movie, and neither am I. I put it on for her, not me.

“Which part?” I mumble as my head tips to hers.

“The fact I’m not good at this,” she whispers as our lips meet.

I kiss her soft and slow. A gorgeous, sexy murmur escapes her throat.

“Oh, you’re good at it, baby.”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as I glance at it hungrily.

“You’re already doing all kinds of things to me just the way you are,” I say. “You better believe that.”

She giggles faintly. “What things?”

“Things your dad wouldn’t approve of.”

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