Page 10 of Intertwined Hearts

“I’m ready when you are,” I said.

“Let’s get going, then.”

Hunter

The color of her sundress was perfect against her beautiful bronzed skin. She looked striking. I was excited for our first real date. It wasn’t anything over the top, but it was an opportunity for us to spend time together.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is it a surprise?”

“I was thinking we would go to a movie, then dinner. Maybe I’ll take you by my place afterward, if that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds great. I haven’t been to a movie in a theater in ages, and I’d love to see where you live.”

“Hopefully when you see my place, you don’t run.”

“Never.” She smiled at me. What a vision of loveliness. I felt like the luckiest man alive. I know most men do, but I was really lucky. It’s not every day you meet someone under a coincidental circumstance and click with them instantly. At least, that’s the way I felt about her.

The radio in my truck was never turned up because the conversation was great on the way to the theater. It was refreshing to talk with someone who didn’t require a ‘for dummies’ explanation of simple references. There were no moments of silence. Either we were asking questions of each other or I was listening to the sweet sound of Jackie’s laugh.

After buying our tickets to the movie, we stopped at the concession stand and got a small container of popcorn to share and a soda for each of us. The theater wasn’t over-crowded. We were able to sit in seats that had us perfectly placed in the center of the theater. That was optimal for the best sound. We held hands, whispered, giggled, and laughed throughout the movie, being shushed by a few people, which made us laugh even more.

After the movie, I gave her three choices on where we would eat, Longhorn, Longhorn, or Longhorn. That was my favorite restaurant, and they had the absolute best salmon and rice pilaf I’d ever eaten. Luckily for her, she chose Longhorn. We may not have liked the same type of music or the same type of wine, but we were on the same page with restaurants.

When we finished eating it was almost nine o’clock. I had to work in the morning, but I’d stay up all night to spend time with her. I offered to take her home and let her see my place another time since it was so late, but she insisted on coming over. I wasn’t about to tell her no.

When we walked in, she was silent. I had made sure the kitchen was clean and the dishes had been washed. I’d vacuumed and put things where they belonged, or hid some stuff in the closets to get it out of sight.

“Welcome to my small little place,” I said.

“It’s nice. The living room is really pretty big, and the kitchen is perfect.”

I had one of the updated units. My appliances were all stainless steel, and my counter-tops were granite. The cupboards weren’t the standard cabinets; they were upgraded as well, with the molding and under cabinet lighting.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink? I don’t have that Zinfandel stuff here. I do have some really good red wine, though.”

“Water’s fine,” she said. She went over and plopped down on my oversized bean bag chair and giggled. “I love bean bags. I need to get one of these.”

“They are great as long as your back isn’t bothering you.”

“Do you have a bad back?” she asked.

“It bothers me sometimes. Depending on how strenuous my workout is.” I walked in and handed her a glass of ice water. I didn’t buy bottles. I used a Brita filter pitcher.

“Thank you. Cheers,” she said, and held her glass out toward me. “To us.”

“Cheers.” We clinked our glasses and each took a sip before setting them on the TV tray turned end table.

I sat next to her on the bean bag, placing my arm around her, and she molded herself against me.

“It’s really nice to be in your arms. You’re so warm,” she said.

“I can adjust the air conditioning if you’re cold. I love it really chilly in here, especially when I’m sleeping.”

“No, it’s perfect now. Don’t move.”

I ran my fingers down the side of her face from her temple to just under her chin, then tilted her head up toward me. My mouth lowered onto hers, and we were locked in another blissful kiss. My tongue explored her mouth and tangled with her tongue. The fit of my jeans was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my cock thickened and grew. My fingers threaded through her hair, and I pulled her closer to me.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs for me to nestle between them. Our lips never lost contact. Her dress was still down. I didn’t want to be the one to make a wrong move or try anything before she was ready. I propped myself up on my elbows with each hand grasping a handful of her hair.

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