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a movie. There’s no right answer.”
Exactly! “I know. It’s just . . . I don’t care. Really. You pick.” He’d insisted on paying for it, anyway.
“It’s okay to have opinions, you know? You’re a llowed to have feelings, Jade. Thoughts, even.” The light teasing lacked the vicious bite I’d grown to expect. Maybe it was the warmth in his eyes, or the soft smile tugging at his lips that lessened the blow. “What do you want to see?” Stepping behind me, Kiernan took my shoulders, turning my body until I was once again face-to-face with the plethora of posters. “Look at the posters and don’t think about anything else. What do you want to see?”
I’d like to say I impressed him by picking the horror film because I was totally bad-ass like that, but sadly, I was your typical girl. And the rom-com really did look good.
There weren’t many others in the theater, which made sense given the fact that it was the middle of a school/work day. A few solitary patrons sat scattered throughout the open seats and one couple was going at it in the back row like this was their last day on Earth. I tried to make my eyes look anywhere else as we scaled the sticky steps—I wasn’t some voyeur and that was not the show I was there to see—but I couldn’t help myself. Was that what Kiernan expected to get out of today? Was that what normal people did on a date? I wouldn’t know. Not that this was a date. We weren’t dating. In fact, I was dating someone else. And Kiernan knew it. Certainly he couldn’t expect me to cheat on Doug just for the cost of a movie ticket and some popcorn. Could he?
I’d worked myself into a near panic by the time we claimed a pair of seats, center row. The armrest between us provided only a small amount of comfort. It looked solid enough, but I had visual proof that it was not the obstacle it promised to be. Kiernan tipped the popcorn my way, but I waved it off. I couldn’t allow myself to become any more indebted to him than I already was.
I fidgeted like a two-year-old, waiting for him to make his move, wondering what I would do when he did. How would he react if I shot him down? What if he left me here? We were miles from home and I didn’t know . . . anyone. How would I get back? How did I get myself into these situations?
The lights dimmed as the previews began to roll. This was it. If he was going to go for it, now would be the time. We were cast in shadows and the rest of the movie goers were focused on the screen. My entire body locked up with nerves as I waited for the inevitable, but Kiernan only kicked his feet up on the empty seat in front of him and tossed back another handful of popcorn.
I missed all of the previews and the first half-hour of the movie in psyching myself out. Convinced that it was wishful thinking to allow myself to believe that this was all today was really about. But when the misunderstood rebel and the wallflower shared their first onscreen kiss and Kiernan still hadn’t made a single move that didn’t involve his hand going to and from the bucket in his lap, I started to relax. I made myself comfortable in my plush seat, focused on the movie, and even started to enjoy myself.
It didn’t take long for my comfort to rub off on Kiernan. Or maybe he’d been waiting for me to relax that whole time. Either way, his entertainment increased tenfold once I settled, though the film had little to do with it. Bouncing buttery pieces of popcorn off my face while I was distracted seemed to amuse him to no end.
“Kiernan,” I hissed, scooping up his latest projectile weapon from where it had landed in my lap and launching it back at him.
I was stunned when he expertly snatched it out of the air using nothing but his mouth. Impressed enough that, movie forgotten, I scooped a handful of popcorn from the bucket and started tossing them in his direction, watching in awe as he caught every last one. It was like watching a circus act. Only an annoyed grunt
Exactly! “I know. It’s just . . . I don’t care. Really. You pick.” He’d insisted on paying for it, anyway.
“It’s okay to have opinions, you know? You’re a llowed to have feelings, Jade. Thoughts, even.” The light teasing lacked the vicious bite I’d grown to expect. Maybe it was the warmth in his eyes, or the soft smile tugging at his lips that lessened the blow. “What do you want to see?” Stepping behind me, Kiernan took my shoulders, turning my body until I was once again face-to-face with the plethora of posters. “Look at the posters and don’t think about anything else. What do you want to see?”
I’d like to say I impressed him by picking the horror film because I was totally bad-ass like that, but sadly, I was your typical girl. And the rom-com really did look good.
There weren’t many others in the theater, which made sense given the fact that it was the middle of a school/work day. A few solitary patrons sat scattered throughout the open seats and one couple was going at it in the back row like this was their last day on Earth. I tried to make my eyes look anywhere else as we scaled the sticky steps—I wasn’t some voyeur and that was not the show I was there to see—but I couldn’t help myself. Was that what Kiernan expected to get out of today? Was that what normal people did on a date? I wouldn’t know. Not that this was a date. We weren’t dating. In fact, I was dating someone else. And Kiernan knew it. Certainly he couldn’t expect me to cheat on Doug just for the cost of a movie ticket and some popcorn. Could he?
I’d worked myself into a near panic by the time we claimed a pair of seats, center row. The armrest between us provided only a small amount of comfort. It looked solid enough, but I had visual proof that it was not the obstacle it promised to be. Kiernan tipped the popcorn my way, but I waved it off. I couldn’t allow myself to become any more indebted to him than I already was.
I fidgeted like a two-year-old, waiting for him to make his move, wondering what I would do when he did. How would he react if I shot him down? What if he left me here? We were miles from home and I didn’t know . . . anyone. How would I get back? How did I get myself into these situations?
The lights dimmed as the previews began to roll. This was it. If he was going to go for it, now would be the time. We were cast in shadows and the rest of the movie goers were focused on the screen. My entire body locked up with nerves as I waited for the inevitable, but Kiernan only kicked his feet up on the empty seat in front of him and tossed back another handful of popcorn.
I missed all of the previews and the first half-hour of the movie in psyching myself out. Convinced that it was wishful thinking to allow myself to believe that this was all today was really about. But when the misunderstood rebel and the wallflower shared their first onscreen kiss and Kiernan still hadn’t made a single move that didn’t involve his hand going to and from the bucket in his lap, I started to relax. I made myself comfortable in my plush seat, focused on the movie, and even started to enjoy myself.
It didn’t take long for my comfort to rub off on Kiernan. Or maybe he’d been waiting for me to relax that whole time. Either way, his entertainment increased tenfold once I settled, though the film had little to do with it. Bouncing buttery pieces of popcorn off my face while I was distracted seemed to amuse him to no end.
“Kiernan,” I hissed, scooping up his latest projectile weapon from where it had landed in my lap and launching it back at him.
I was stunned when he expertly snatched it out of the air using nothing but his mouth. Impressed enough that, movie forgotten, I scooped a handful of popcorn from the bucket and started tossing them in his direction, watching in awe as he caught every last one. It was like watching a circus act. Only an annoyed grunt
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