Page 60 of A Moment for Us
I smile, my heart aching a little. “Yeah, maybe a little.”
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“Are you heading to bed?” Josh asks as I put the mug from my tea into the sink.
I lean against the counter and nod.
Josh shifts his weight from side to side. “Do you work tomorrow?”
“No, I’m off.”
“Okay. Would you . . . like to watch television or something?”
He looks so cute when he’s uncomfortable. “Sure. I was going to head to bed, but we can watch something.”
We head into the living room and sit on the couch with at least two feet between us. Jesus, this is going to be a lot of fun.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask.
“You can pick.”
“I don’t really watch television. I usually read, but I’m sure we can find something.”
After fifteen minutes, I give up, tossing the remote between us. Each thing I chose, he vetoed and vice versa. Do I look like I want to watch sports? I don’t even understand half of what they’re talking about.
Josh grabs the remote, muttering under his breath, and puts on one of the shows I was enthusiastic about. It sort of fit both of our wants, it’s a love story, it’s set in the 1800’s England, and it’s all about the game of what I think was rugby. It is perfect.
Episode one cues up, and we end up settling into the same position. Our hands are clasped in front of us, legs straight, and our postures so still it’s as if we don’t like each other.
It’s like middle-school-dance level awkward.
“Josh?” I say softly.
“Yes?”
“Is there a reason we’re being like this?”
He laughs, lifts one arm, and jerks his head. “Come here.”
I don’t wait, not just because I love the feel of his arms around me but also because today has been draining.
Jessica had her baby, Joshua moved into my house, and I took a stupid vow that we wouldn’t have sex again.
I lie on his leg, and he pulls the blanket over me before resting his hand on my hip.
The show goes on, and it’s really good. I mean, I could do without all the sports stuff, but then it wouldn’t really make sense. I close my eyes, feeling warm and safe. Josh’s hand moves up and down my back, and then his fingers graze my cheek.
My mind wanders between all sorts of nothing, and before I know it, I’m completely unaware of anything other than how content I feel. I can’t remember the last time I was this comfortable with another person.
Chapter 18
Joshua
This feelstooright.
Tooperfect.
Tooeasy.
