Page 69 of Where We Met

The mood has lifted as we eat at the table together. We quiz each other, each taking turns asking whatever question we want.

"Okay, I've got one." She giggles. Her second glass of wine clearly starting to get to her. "Tell me about you losing your virginity."

I groan. "Ask another question."

"What?" She throws her arm in the air, wine spilling over the rim. "Oops," she says as she wipes it off the table. "No! You have to answer."

"Fine," I concede. "I was sixteen. I was a sophomore, she was a senior. When I made the varsity baseball team, I became a starter which is a big deal as a sophomore. It put me on the map with the girls. I was at a party one night, and this beautiful senior, Kristy, came onto me. I guess she had assumed I was more experienced. She brought me upstairs and one thing led to another. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I fumbled through the entire thing and ended up busting too soon and she was clearly disappointed in my performance. We haven't talked since."

She's resting her chin on her hand, covering her mouth so I can't quite see her reaction. "I'm sorry. That's horrible," she mumbles through her fingers.

"What?" I ask.

I pull her hand away and she's smiling.

"Are you trying not to laugh at my story?"

She scrunches her nose. "I'm sorry."

"I'll have you know, that was a pretty traumatic moment in my life."

"Oh, please. Based on our time together in Italy, I'd say you're over it. You're clearly an expert in bed now."

My eyes raise in interest. "Expert you say?"

"Let's not pretend that you don't know what you did to my body."

"I'd still like to hear you say it."

"I just did," she suggests.

"True."

We clean up our dishes and take the dogs out. As we walk back inside, she turns to me.

“Wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure. What do you want to watch?” I ask as I head to the couch and flop down.

“Hm.” She thinks about it for a second. “Final Destination? Titanic?”

I throw my head back in laughter. “I’ve actually never watched Titanic,” I admit.

She gasps in horror. “WHAT? You’veneverwatched Titanic?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I guess I was too busy trying to get girls.”

“Put that damn movie on now.” She points to the TV. “Everyone has to see Titanic at least once in their lifetime.”

“Isn’t that movie like three hours?” I ask.

She nods her head but raises her eyebrows at me waiting for me to get on with it. I realize I’m not gonna win this battle.

The movie starts to play, and I realize we’re both on opposite sides of the couch with Vino and Bailey snuggled between us.

It’s oddly domestic and somehow feels so right.

I surprisingly don’t hate the movie, which I don’t admit at any point, and find myself lost in it throughout the entire night. It’s close to midnight when it ends.

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