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She snuggled against me, and it was starting to feel like we weren't pretending anymore.
When the movie was over, the band came back out to play intermission. “Come on," Molly said, and dragged me up. She wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her chin on my chest. "Dance with me.”
She was so close, and it would have been the perfect moment to kiss her. And I could have. We were pretending to be a couple. It would have been allowed.
But if I had, I wouldn't have been pretending, so I didn't.
"Come on, you two. Save it for the bedroom," a voice behind us called out. I turned and saw Morgan smirking and her husband. I thought his name was Rick, but I couldn't remember.
Molly flushed bright red but she smiled.
"Morgan," Rick scolded.
"Oh, lighten up," Morgan replied.
I cleared my throat. "Hey, Morgan. Rick. Nice night, huh?"
"Oh, hi, Jake," Rick replied, his tone apologetic. "You two enjoy the rest of your evening."
"You too," Molly called after them, her tone light.
As they walked away, I turned back to Molly and put my hands on her shoulders. "Are you having fun?"
"Yes," she said, looking up at me, her eyes shining. "It's been great. I'm so glad we came."
"Me too," I said.
"Good," she replied and then took my hand and led me back to the blanket. She was always leading me places, but I didn't mind.
When we were back at our spot, she smoothed the blanket, and we laid down. Once again, she cuddled up to me, causing my heart to race. Her warmth and softness wrapped around me as did her cherry blossom scent. The temperature was dropping but it only made Molly cozy up to me more—I didn't mind at all.
Before long, the movie started, and a few minutes later, Molly turned and looked at me.
"Can you please pause the romance and hand me the Twizzlers?"
"Yes, high priestess of the cinema snack holy trinity."
She giggled and sat up, and I passed her the bag of licorice. "You're learning," she said.
"I'm a fast study."
The movie flew by and I have to say, 50s movies were pretty good. When the credits rolled, I helped Molly pack up, and we made our way through the now thinned crowd. Molly took the lead once again, my hand in hers.
Once we were back in the car, Molly leaned back against the seat and let out a contented sigh.
"So, was that better than watching it at home in your pajamas?" I asked, smiling.
"Well, pjs are usually better, but yes, this was a hundred times better."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Well, because you were there."
My stomach tightened at her words. It was a line, and she was being sweet, but still.
She clicked her seatbelt into place and said, "How are you holding up? Isn’t it past your bedtime?"
I scoffed. "No, I'm a grown ass man, I can stay up past my bedtime. Besides, I was thinking we could have a drink and talk about your friends and their interrogations tomorrow."
