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“That was so excellent,” I gushed as we exited the movie theater.
My heart was in a puddle on the floor next to me. It felt so exposed at the moment that it practically had its own zip code. I couldn’t look directly at David. I couldn’t do much more than bounce from foot to foot with excitement as we meandered back to his car.
“Better than the last one I saw.”
I puffed out a breath. “I don’t even want to know the last one you saw. They’re all spectacular.”
“I didn’t know you were that into comics.”
“I read them when I was a kid. I love the movies now. I’m a big X-Men girl. I always wanted to be Phoenix.”
He clicked the Ferrari open and shot me an exasperated look. “Phoenix?”
“Oh, come on,” I groaned. “Jean Grey? Telepath and telekinetic?” I rolled my eyes and waved him aw
