After the restaurant, we went to the movies. She made fun of me for mentioning how late we would be out.
After the lights dimmed in the theater, my mind went wild. Should I reach out and hold her hand? That’s what people do at the movies, right? But what if my hand cramped up? What if my hand got sweaty and she was grossed out by it? I couldn’t subject her to that torture for an hour and a half.
But soon, her hand found mine, shutting my mind up completely. All worries were thrown out of the window, as she pulled my hand into her lap. I rested my head on her shoulder and got more comfortable. She was so warm and smelled so good.
I moved both of my hands around her, playing with her fingers as we watched the movie. I could feel her smile. I was in heaven.
About halfway through the movie
