"MostlyStar Wars. AndFuturama."
My eyes find his. "Did you ever playPodracerorRogue Squadron?"
Now, he's looking at me like I'm the nerd. "Never had the chance."
"You know what this means?"
He smiles. "What?"
"We're watchingStar Wars."
"Which one?"
"All of them."
"You'll be here until four a.m."
"Do you have something better to do?"
He laughs. "You really are cute."
"Okay, fine. I'm cute. But you have nothing better to do than watch twelve hours ofStar Warsfilms."
"Can't think of anything I'd rather do."
I don't even care that he calls me cute. I haven't been this excited in months. I'm practically bouncing.
Miles looks just as excited.
It feels good, being with him and doing little things. Doing nothing.
"If you only want to watch one or two movies, I get that. I don't want to impose," I say.
"No, I like you here." He pulls me into the bed. "I like your company."
"Is that what the kids are calling it?"
"I love fucking you. But I like talking to you too." He slides his hands under my ass and guides me onto my back. "I like you here. House doesn't feel empty." He pulls his t-shirt over his head. "The guys in the band, you may not have noticed, but they watch me for signs I'm gonna break again."
"When did you break the first time?"
He says nothing.
I run my hands through his hair. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not as much. It's been a year almost." He presses his lips to my neck. "I like talking to you, Meg, but you're going to need to put some clothes on if you want to keep talking." He drags his fingertips over my chest. "You want to talk or you want to do this?"
I answer by unbuttoning his jeans.
