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“You didn’t say we could pick everything but length of pinky toenail, cheater,” I laugh.

“My game, my rules,” she blows me a cheeky kiss. “Next. Sleeping. Snuggled up, an even room temp of like seventy-two, or foot sticking out of the covers, minimal clothing and a freezing sixty-eight or lower?”

“Well I know your answer,” I grin. “Not because of your very loaded wording or anything. I’d be a meet in the middle of all that I guess. I’d concede to seventy-two degrees and light covers, if there was a ceiling fan on low and you agreed to minimal clothing.”

She nods. “I could agree to those terms, if you throw in snuggling. Okay, movies. Horror, comedy, rom-com, action or psychological thriller?”

I motion to have our glasses topped off, bottle now empty, which is probably a good thing. I refuse to end this date,actual date, with sex. I don’t hate my dick…I just like Bellamy, loose and comfortable with very telling conversation, more.

“I don’t like horror at all, and rom-com? I’d bear my way through one for you. But personally, I’d go psychological thriller, action then comedy.”

“Well you’re in luck, Jefferson,” she purrs, finding my foot under the table with her own. “Because I’ll pick psychological thrills first every time. And I loathe stupid, predictable horror movies. So, I’ll give up rom-coms, you scratch actions, and our third choice will now be comedies. Deal?”

“Yeah, um, deal,” I tug at my collar. First date and she just decided our movie choices plan—for the future.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m feeling her. We get along great and have a ton in common. I’m just a tiny bit apprehensive of the speed at which we’re moving.

But, Ididwant to get to know her, and one must factor in the wine, so I won’t panic…yet.

“You about ready to get out of here?” I ask. “I’ll call for a car since I drank.”

“Anytime you are. And Jefferson, thank you. I had a really nice time.”

“Me too, Bellamy. Me too.”

 

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