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I face forward. "Not here."

"Why not?" She sounds disappointed.

"It's not the right place. I want you to remember it, and I don't want the memory to include some guy hacking up a lung."

He coughs again, even worse than before, and she starts laughing, which makes me laugh.

"Get over here." I shove the armrest up and wait until she moves next to me, then lower my arm over her, pulling her closer. "This'll have to do until the movie ends."

"And then what happens?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

Honestly, I don't have an answer to what comes next. I don't know what she wants, or how far she'll let me take things. I was surprised when she almost let me kiss her last night, so I don't know what to expect tonight. She alternates between hot and cold, although by 'cold' I don't mean she pushes me away. It's more like a hesitation, like she's not sure she should act on what she wants. Like she's holding herself back.

The movie is stupid, to the point of being funny. I think it's supposed to be a serious thriller, but Kira and I are both laughing. The first time the shark ate someone, Kira almost jumped out of her chair but I kept hold of her and she moved closer to me. When she looked up at me, I almost kissed her but stopped myself. The hacking cough guy is still going at it, which really ruins the mood.

"Let's get out of here," I whisper in her ear.

"But the movie isn't over," she whispers back.

"I've seen enough. And if we stay in here much longer, I'm afraid we're gonna catch whatever the hell that guy's got."

He coughs again.

She shudders. "You're right. Let's go."

We make our way out of the theater and I take her hand as we exit to the parking lot.

"So what'd you think?" I ask.

"That was one of the worst movies ever made."

"I know. I can't believe you picked it."

She huffs. "Hey! I didn't pick it."

"That's the one you pointed to."

"Yeah, but I didn't know what I was picking."

We're at my truck and I open the door for her. As she climbs in, I catch a glimpse of her panties under her short skirt. Black lace panties. Shit. Now I'll be thinking about that the rest of the night.

I get in on the other side. "Want to get something to eat?"

"Don't you have to get home? It's almost ten. You have to get up early for work."

"You mentioned this last night too." I smile at her. "You're really concerned about what time I go to bed."

"I just don't want to keep you up."

"You're not keeping me up. I usually don't go to bed until midnight, or later if I'm out with the band. So where do you want to go?"

I'm driving down a street that has restaurants and coffee shops along both sides.

"Do you eat ice cream?" she asks.

"Yeah." I look at her funny. "Why wouldn't I? Doesn't everyone eat ice cream?"

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