Page 54 of That First Night
“I don’t watch movies too often, but when I do, chick flicks are definitely my jam.” She lets out a light giggle.
“Chick flick it is,” I say as I raise the remote control to turn on the TV and flick through the movie guide.
“W-wait,” she pauses and smirks. “You’re willingly turning on a chick flick right now?”
If it’s something you want to watch, then I'll watch it with you.
That’s what I want to say. Instead, I clear my throat and turn back to clicking through the channels. My eyes are not on her anymore, but I feel her presence all around me and the smell of roses takes over my senses. I don’t know if it’s a lotion, a perfume or just her, but I can’t seem to get enough of it.
I clear my throat and adjust myself in my seat to rest my ankle over my opposite leg. I need to hide the fact that her sitting next to me on the same couch is making my dick harden.
“We haveLegally Blonde,The ProposalorHow to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. What will it be, Sunshine?” I turn my gaze to her with a smile and I immediately regret the term of endearment I use because I can see shock grow in her facial features. Her mouth is slightly parted, and her cheeks are flushed pink.
The first time I ever called her Sunshine was that night we met. When she first caught my eye walking through the doors of that event, she looked like sunshine. It was dark outside, and the lights inside were not all that bright but for whatever reason,somethingshined down on her. The light mixed with her golden blonde hair flowing down her back, she was a ray of sunshine.
“Peyton, I just—” I want to redeem myself, but she cuts me off when she says, “Let’s watchHow to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.”
I clear my throat. “Okay.”
“Let me just get changed really quick.” She moves to get up from the couch. “I’ll be back in seven minutes.”
“Seven minutes is very specific,” I let out a chuckle.
I can see her cheeks turn rosy again as she lets out a soft laugh.
“What can I say, I’m quick,” she says with a wink and she’s off to her room.
This girl is trying to kill me. I swear.
I’m such a mother fucker that my mind immediately goes to dirty thoughts and how I bet I could have her cum dripping down my fingers in seven minutes if she let me. I stand up to adjust my now hardening cock in my sweatpants. I apparently have seven minutes to think of something that will bring this pony back to its stable.
Dog shit.
Grandpas in tighty whities.
Football.
Well, that one doesn’t help because I can picture Peyton cheering on our team while wearing their jersey.
I get myself situated back on the couch with a small throw pillow on my lap to rest my arms on and hide my growing hard on. I flick through the guide to findHow to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It’s not my first choice, but it’s hers. I grab the second remote to turn on the electric fireplace for some light in the room and I turn off the big lamp that is too bright for a movie.
She comes back into the roomalmostseven minutes later wearing a plush robe. Is she wearing something under the robe? I sure fucking hope so because I am on the verge of losing all restraint I have held for this woman. She moves to sit in her spot on the couch. I call it her spot because whenever I find her on the couch, she’s always perched in the corner of the sectional surrounded by pillows.
“I’m ready,” she says with a smile as she pats a few of the throw pillows and pulls a blanket to cover her lower half.
“Are you comfy?” I ask her with a chuckle.
“Very,” she says as she settles down into the pillows with her feet stretched out almost touching me.
I press play on the movie, and we sit in silence watching it. It isn’t until halfway through the movie that I realize I don’t even know what we’re watching because all I can think about is her. The woman next to me. The woman with the soft giggles at the funny parts of the movie. The woman that can’t fucking sit still on the couch next to me.
Without saying a word, I scoot closer to her and bring her feet on top of the pillow that is resting on my lap.
“W-what are you doing?” she stutters. Her eyes are wide with shock as her gaze bounces back and forth between her feet and my eyes.
“I’m rubbing your feet,” I tell her. “You seemed very restless in your little corner over there.”
“I-I,” she pauses, tipping her head down and tucking the strand of hair behind her ear again. “I am. Just a little.” I’ve learned about Peyton that she does this often when she’s nervous. Her head dips down ever so slightly and she tucks that small strand of hair behind her ear. It’s always the same strand.
