Page 41 of Sky Full of Stars

Me: Stop it

Adam: Come on, I know you love those

Me: Something with a lot of explosions and testosterone

Adam: I have a lot of testosterone and know something about explosions

Me: I’m not going with you if you don’t cut it out

Adam: Okay, white flag

Me: I’m busy, go do some work

Adam: This is work, finding out what you like

I chuckle and pull up the local theatre website to see what is showing. I pick an action movie and send him a screenshot.

Adam: You know they always have at least one fuck scene in these action movies, right? Don’t cancel…I’ll stop, promise. We’ll go see a Disney movie that seems the safest choice. Although what’s up with that chick who lives with seven men?

I laugh and put the phone away. He’s driving me crazy. I can almost imagine he isn’t a super famous, desired sex symbol. If anything, this is going to be interesting.

He texts when I get home to tell me the name of the theatre, what time and that he has pre-booked our tickets and will meet me inside. I spend far too much time deciding what I’m going to wear. With all our conversations about date attire I don’t want to give him any ammunition. I settle on skinny jeans, a pale pink sleeveless blouse with a bow at the throat and a pair of medium height heels.

When I arrive and go inside I don’t see him or anyone wearing a ball cap to hide who they are. I wonder if he is going to sneak in through the back. How does this usually work? I buy popcorn and glance around. I notice an older guy in a long coat with a beard and glasses looking at me. I turn away, look at my watch. Where is he? I think about texting him when the man approaches me.

I’m about to tell him I’m not interested when he says, “Snow White was fully booked.”

I turn and see the blue eyes behind the glasses.

“Is that a fake beard?” I whisper with a laugh.

He wiggles his eyebrows and I touch the beard. It looks so realistic. He leans in and kisses me, it’s not a chaste kiss and I gasp in surprise, I can’t stop myself putting my arm around his neck as he pulls me closer to him, his hands on my hips, I nearly drop the popcorn when his tongue moves over my lips, seeking entry, sliding against mine. I can’t believe we’re doing this, my heart is thumping so hard I’m sure he can feel it. It’s our first kiss and we’re in the middle of the lobby of a movie theatre, him in a ridiculous old man disguise. I open my eyes as he stops and look into his, he gives me a sexy smile.

His grin widens when he pulls away leaving me slightly breathless, then takes my hand leading me into the theatre. When we find our seats I can’t stop staring at him.

“Like this look, huh?”

“Where did you get it?”

“I have a friend who does props for movies, got him to hook me up with some disguises.”

I shake my head, study his face, then take off his glasses and put them in his shirt pocket. I scratch at the beard, its thick and grey, I scrunch up my nose. He reaches up and peels it off, wincing a bit when the glue catches the real stubble on his chin, it looks even stranger in his hand.

“What about when we leave?”

“You can wear it, that’ll distract the crowds.”

I laugh and we settle back as the trailers start. He reaches over and takes my hand. I glance at him, but he’s looking at the screen, I look at our hands and he leans towards me.

“That was a hell of a first kiss, Slugger.” He kisses my cheek.

Then he moves back and faces forward again. I can still feel his lips on my cheek as he squeezes my hand in his and I fidget a bit in my seat, he knows what he’s doing to me. God, this sex abstinence is going to be really hard.

We hold hands throughout the whole film, he keeps moving his thumb in circles over mine and if you asked me what happened in the movie, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I can’t stop thinking about kissing him or how we had gone from me never wanting to see him again to this, in a matter of twenty-four hours.

We wait until the theatre is practically empty and he puts the glasses on and pulls up the collar of his coat. It’s raining when we leave which helps stop people spotting who he is. He keeps hold of my hand as we run out into the wet street and he takes me to his SUV.

“I’m not letting you get a cab,” he says holding the door for me. I’m getting soaked so I climb in, looking around to make sure no one saw him. “That was kind of exhilarating,” he laughs as he pulls into traffic. We don’t get far before we have to join a queue of impatient honking drivers. “I can’t remember the last time I kissed a girl in the open like that.”

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