Page 91 of One Night

"Right here." Dylan slides the dessert plate down to him.

"Are we playing football?" Owen asks Dylan.

"No. Amber and I are going to a movie."

"Can I come?" Owen asks.

Dylan smiles. "No way. It's a date. No annoying little brothers allowed."

"I'm not annoying."

I nudge Dylan. "You guys can play some football before we go. I'll stay here and help your mom clean up."

"Oh, Amber, you don't need to do that," she says.

"I don't mind. My sisters and I always help my mom clean up. I'm used to it."

"Nonsense. The dishes can wait. Let's go to the living room and see if there's anything good on TV."

Owen jumps off his chair. "So we're going outside?"

Dylan nods at Gramps. "When we're done with dessert."

Owen sighs and sits back down. But it's not a long wait. The pie is easier to eat and Gramps wolfs it down in a matter of seconds.

While Dylan plays football with his brother and dad, I talk with his mom while Gramps snores in the recliner. Even though I just met Dylan's family, I feel comfortable around them. His family is great. And it was nice to finally have a peaceful Thanksgiving without all the fighting. I miss my family, but I don't miss the screaming matches at the dinner table.

Dylan and I leave a couple hours later and go to the theater. It's packed and we end up sitting near the front, right in the middle, with people all around us.

"I was hoping for some privacy," Dylan whispers in my ear.

I was too. I've wanted to kiss him all day but didn't want to around his family, and since I still have that rule about only kissing in public places, our options are limited. Maybe I should just forget that rule and we should go make out at his house or my apartment. Except I know where that will lead.

"Let's get out of here," he whispers.

"We just got here," I whisper back. "The movie just started."

"Do you really want to watch it? Or go do something else?" He catches my eye in the darkness.

I smile. "Let's go."

We hurry out of the theater and go back to his car. Once we're inside, we bump noses in our race to kiss.

"Sorry," I say, laughing a little.

"At least I know you want to do this as much as I do."

"I've been wanting to all day."

We kiss, our tongues tangling, our bodies heating up the otherwise cold car. We don't stop until a few minutes later, when someone gets in the car next to ours.

"Guess we should leave," Dylan says.

"Yeah." I sit back and put my seatbelt on.

"Where should we go?" He starts the engine and turns the heat on.

"I don't know. There's not much open today."

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