Page 91 of You Found Me
“You’ve got jokes, huh? You should really stick to your day job instead of trying to moonlight as a comedian.” I stick my tongue out at him, causing him to laugh. “I don’t plan to murder you and having Edie as the last person to see us together would’ve been really stupid on my end. Besides,” he grabs under my knees, “I wouldn’t have waited this long to finally be with you just to up and murder you.”
He kisses me, short and sweet, before pulling me out and covering my eyes with his hands. “Okay, we’re going to walk a little bit and when I uncover your eyes, you have to promise to keep them closed until I say you can open them.”
“Bossy . . . I like it. I promise to keep my eyes closed.”
“Such a good girl,” he purrs in my ear before kissing the side of my neck. “Keep them closed.”
Holy hell.
Being called agood girlin the bedroom is one thing, but I didn’t think it’d be so hot outside of it. I find myself doing what he says and thinking that I need this energy to come back when we finally take our relationship to that next step.
I hear a bunch of noises that I can’t place except for what I think is a switch flipping. Shortly after that, I feel Spencer touch my hip. “You ready?”
“I’m ready!” I say with mock enthusiasm before muttering, “well as ready as I can be since I have no idea what’s happening.”
He chuckles. “So much sass in such a tiny little thing. You can open your eyes now, Shortstack.”
I open them and see that not only did he manage to get the drive-in open just for us, but he came here before to set up.
That old, powder-blue truck I saw on the way in is set up in the perfect spot so we can watch the movie from the truck bed. There’s blankets and pillows, dinner in the form of pizza and snacks set up on the tailgate, and a cooler on the ground next to the truck. Now I know what the clicking sound was—fairy lights.
He’s got fairy lights strung all around the back of this vintage truck.
If I think too much about what he’s done, I’ll cry. Yes, they’ll be happy tears, but I’m an ugly crier and he doesn’t need to see that more than he already has.
Instead, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
“Thank you, Spence. This is more than I could’ve hoped for.”
“You’re welcome, Emmy. Now, the movies are supposed to start in about fifteen minutes. Edie said they are set up to play one right after the next, with about ten minutes in between.”
“Movies? They don’t do more than one.”
“No, they don’t. But when you’ve got someone like Edith Jackson in your corner, you get whatever you want. Which is why we have three movies for the evening.” I laugh because he’s right about Edie. “We can leave at any point—for any reason. Or if you decide you hate the movies I picked.”
“I bet whatever movies you’ve chosen are going to be great,” I tell him, going up onto my tippy toes to kiss his dimpled cheek.
Spencer helps me climb up and that’s when I notice there’s more cushion toward the front. I sit down and ask, “Am I sitting on an air mattress?”
I notice his cheeks redden ever so slightly before he answers with, “You are. It was supposed to be one to fit the truck bed, but I read the listing wrong and basically ended up with a crib-sized mattress.”
I cover my mouth to stifle a giggle, then compose myself. “It might be on the small side, but it's pretty comfy. We’ll just have to sit pretty close.”
Spencer smirks. “What a hardship that’ll be.”
After we kick off our shoes and make ourselves comfortable with every movie snack a person could think of—along with a dinner consisting of Anatoli’s meat trio pizza with extra cheese and a giant side of garlic sauce which happens to be my favorite—the first movie starts.
And at the first few notes, I know instantly it’sStepbrothers. We each grab some pizza and settle in. Spencer and I talk and laugh while we eat, the movie playing in the background. I let myself be giddy in this moment because talking—or even eating—during movies is something I could never do with Chance. He wanted total silence when we’d watch movies.
But with Spencer, I’m able to mimic my favorite quotes and he does the same.
When the movie ends, we clean up the food. Spencer leaves out a couple of berry flavored sparkling waters, and the mini trash can he always has in his truck. The second movie starts as we’re making the way back to the old truck and I squeal.
“You didn’t!” I exclaim excitedly.
“You said it was your all-time favorite movie. And since I’ve never seen it, I wanted my first time to be with you.”
I notice a slight blush on his cheeks once he finishes talking and it’s so sweet. “You have no clue how much this means to me, Spence.”
