Page 38 of Confined Space

"What movie? I'd rather spend time with you than in a dark theater." Her words are perfect because I wasn't talking about going to a movie theater. I was thinking of taking her to my place and kicking back while we watch a movie and talk.

"I’ve got an idea. Do you trust me?" I ask her as I slip my credit card into the folder to pay.

"I do." Her eyes drop as she bites the edge of her bottom lip.

"Mouse, that makes everything perfect. Come on."

I get my credit card back and pull out her chair to lead her to my truck. I lift her into the truck and kiss her on the lips, taking a good deep taste of her.

She makes me hard just being in the same room, but when I have her lips, I'm steel. I walk around the back of the truck and adjust myself before climbing in.

On the drive out of the valley to my house, I hold her hand, liking her just like this. When we pull up to my house, I'm a bit nervous that she won't like it.

"I thought we could watch a movie here."

"I like that idea, but, Rowdy…” She bites her lip again, and this time I watch her move her hands down her legs.

"Mouse, I don't expect anything tonight. I just want to hold you and geek out on a movie. I know you like Harry Potter, but have you ever heard of The Dresden Files?"

"No."

"Well then, Mouse, let me introduce you. The television series isn't as good as the books, but it's a good show if you don't try to compare them."

"Is there ever a movie or TV show that is as good as the book? I loved the Harry Potter movies, but the books are better, same with all these vampire shows that don't compare to the books. My favorite movie is a chick flick that I'm sure you've never seen."

"Oh, yeah, what's that?" I guide her across the stone walkway.

"Sweet Home Alabama. I love Reese Witherspoon," she says, and I remember her saying that from the accident.

"So, you liked Legally Blonde?"

"Of course, but I still like to geek out on sci-fi and fantasy movies."

"What about those Twilight movies?"

"Oh, I like them, but again the books were better."

When we come up on the porch, she turns to look at me.

"Why don't you park in the garage?"

"My motorcycle is in there right now and some other things."

"Oh, okay."

"Come on, Mouse, you don't have anything to worry about. Only one woman has ever been in my house, and that was my mom."

"That wasn't what I was asking."

"Then what?"

"I was wondering if I could see this car you're letting me borrow."

"Tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to spend time with you and not worry about all that." I don't tell her that I'm going out tomorrow to get her the car.

I open the door and watch her take in my small house. It's not as big as my mom's, but it has three bedrooms too.

"Want me to show you around?"

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