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strolled hand in hand into the tiny but packed makeshift theater in the Student Union Building a little before eight. They had kept stopping along the way there to kiss and touch or they would have arrived sooner. Sean pointed to a few empty seats in the last row by the corner. Kristin nodded, and he led them that way.
    Zoe, her boyfriend Mason in tow, intercepted them, grabbing Kristin’s hand.
    While Kristin tried to withdraw her hand from her grip, she noticed Sean and Mason did the fist pumping male greeting ritual as if they knew each other.
    “Come sit with me up front,” Zoe insisted. “We have a whole row of seats saved, and we’re going to throw popcorn at the screen.”
    “Thanks, but we’ve already got a couple of seats picked out.” Kristin nodded to the dark corner.
    Zoe stared at the seats with disgust. “You can’t even see the screen from there.”
    “We’re fine, but maybe we’ll catch up with you guys later.” She hugged her and stepped away to give Mason a brief hug. “Bye, Mason.”
    “But—” Zoe started.
    “See ya, Kris. Sean.” Mason interrupted Zoe’s protest by taking her hand and leading her away before she could throw a fit.
    “Mason’ll have his hands full tonight,” Kristin whispered to Sean. “She is not happy.”
    “Hey, if you want to go up front—”
    “No, I don’t. I mean, unless you want to?”
    “I don’t want to share you tonight.”
    She smiled. “Good answer. Let’s get to our seats.”
    They slid into the back row and headed toward their seats, but only one chair remained. Someone had nabbed the other while they’d been fending off Zoe.
    Kristin stared at the chair, then at him. “We could take turns sitting.”
    He shook his head. “You take the chair. I’ll sit on the floor.”
    “You won’t be able to see the screen.”
    He looked toward the front. Sighed. “There’s always those seats up front with your friends.”
    She put her hands on his chest and moved in close to whisper against his neck. “I could sit on your lap. If it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for you.”
    “I like the way your mind works…Hermione.”
    Laughing, she shook her head.
    He sat in the chair, she eased onto his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her. Cradled in his arms with her back resting against him, she could hear his heart beating, could smell the just-from-the-shower-clean of his skin, could feel the heat of his body wrapping around her like it always did when they were together. With a smile and a contented sigh, she held onto his hands, which were clasped around her waist.
    “How do you know Mason?” he asked out of the blue, his breath brushing her ear.
    “We went to high school together, and he’s Zoe’s boyfriend. How do you know him?”
    “He’s on my floor…right next door, actually.”
    She grinned. “No kidding?”
    “No, why?”
    “That night you walked me home from Randy’s and I couldn’t call my roommate because she was with her boyfriend somewhere in your dorm?”
    “Yeah.”
    “She was with Mason.”
    He grinned. “Those two have kept me awake many nights, her instructing him how to do it better, him calling out his thanks to God.”
    She chuckled. “Sounds about right.” Her mind flew back to Randy’s comments about the screamers who had visited Sean’s room, and she couldn’t resist. “And what about you?”
    “What about me?”
    “Do you keep your neighbors awake at night?”
    The room went dark and the movie started, but their eyes remained locked.
    “Not since I met you.”
    Her heart skipped a beat and, in the space of that missed beat, she fell a little more for Sean O’Neill. She touched his face, kissed his mouth, softly, tenderly, letting him know he was the only one she wanted to make noise with, too.
    They settled in to watch the loud, action-adventure. From their corner seat in the back row, only the upper half of the screen was visible and a pole bisected the screen, which made it difficult to keep up