I get why she wanted me here. Neither one of us really cared for the superhero movies. Hell, I’m more likely to read a book than watch television. Still, it should be fun, I guess.
I feel someone sit in the chair next to me. I go to tell them to move since I was saving it for Dominic, but then I see it’s Barrett.
What’s even more surprising is that he is alone.
“Dominic will be back in a second. That’s his seat,” I tell him, not caring that I sound like a bitch.
His eyes look sad when they look back. “I wanted to check in with you. I know you broke up with me because I fucked up. Are you okay?”
I snort. “I’m doing fine. Where’s your bimbo girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend. Just some chick I met to keep my mind off you.”
If he had said this to me a month ago, I might have fallen for his shit, but not now.
No, instead all I can think is I hope Dominic comes back soon.
Especially when another breeze blows by, making me shiver.
“You’re cold. Here, take my jacket.” Barrett tries to hand me the item, but I shake my head.
“No thanks.”
Thankfully, the bartender comes over then. I quickly order Dominic’s beer of choice and a soda for myself. When I turn back, Barrett is still staring at me.
“What?” I ask him.
“I miss you.”
I am about to respond when Dominic is suddenly standing beside me.
“Hey babe. Everything okay?” His eyes glance to the seat that is supposed to be his, but is taken by my ex.
“Of course. Here, I was thinking we could share.” I lean forward, giving him room to slide behind me.
The worried look fades from his eye as he holds out popcorn to me. When I take it, he shakes out a blanket, laying it across my legs.
“Where did you get all of this?” I ask as he settles behind me.
When he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest, I let out a sigh of contentment. I could lie like this all day with him.
“The popcorn is over at the bar. I ran downstairs to buy you the blanket. It’s too cold for your short shorts.”
“Seems like you went through an awful lot to keep me covered, honey,” I tease.
His hand finds my thigh under the blanket. “Didn’t sayIminded looking at you. I don’t like other men looking at you.” I don’t miss the way he shoots a look to where Barrett sits. “Besides, I can’t have my girl be cold. Stay close. I’ll keep you warm.”
I roll my eyes at him. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.
Something about that makes the butterflies erupt in my stomach.
It’s a small kiss on my nose, yet somehow it feels more intimate than when he kisses my lips. It feels like it means something more.
Sex can be only sex, but the small intimate touches and kisses mean this could be more.
Is he feeling what I’m feeling?
As the movie starts, I can’t focus on it. All I can focus on is the heat at my back. The small caresses of his hands under the blanket. The kisses to my exposed neck.