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She pressed a button, and the credits on the screen started. I stared at her for a couple of seconds, wondering exactly what I'd done to piss her off. We'd just been in such a great place not less than ten minutes ago, and now she was giving me the cold shoulder. I reached over and grabbed some popcorn, and our fingers touched for a couple of seconds. She yanked her hand away quickly as if I'd burned her. I glanced over at her face, and she turned to look at me. Her eyes narrowed. "Is everything okay, Rosalie?"
"Oh my gosh. Are you going to ask me that every single day? It's annoying," she snapped.
"What? I was just—”
"Stop asking me if everything's okay. If everything's not okay, I'll tell you. Okay."
"Okay.”I pressed my lips together and shook my head. Why was it that women were so emotional and so temperamental? It was so hard for me to keep up. I'd never lived with a woman before, and I wasn't sure how I would like it. Rosalie took a couple of sips of her wine and relaxed back into the couch.
"And this is really good. Thank you."
She looked at me and gave me a small smile. "Okay. I'm glad you like it." I wasn't sure if my comment would get her started again, and she let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Oliver. I didn't mean to get all pissed off. I overreacted slightly."
"You don't say," I said smirking.
"Don't get me started again, Oliver.”
I held my hands up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Okay," she said, "well, thank you for being there for me today and thank you for picking me up at the airport, and thank you for letting me stay, and thank you for making popcorn and opening this amazing bottle of wine, and watching this movie with me. It really means a lot."
"You're welcome," I said. I stared at her lips, and all I wanted to do at that moment was lean forward and kiss her. But I knew that I couldn't. "So we are going to watch Adam Sandler get all these hot women?" I said, laughing as I leaned back on the couch and stared at Jennifer Aniston on the screen in a long white lab coat. "Don't tell me she's a doctor."
"No, she just works in his office." She giggled next to me.
"Okay, because that's even more believable."
"Oliver, don't ruin the movie."
"I'm sorry. I'm just saying, is it—”
"Oliver."
"Okay," I pressed my lips together and tried not to laugh as I watched the screen. I put my hand back into the popcorn bowl and grabbed some popcorn to munch on. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie. Instead, I was looking at Rosalie's legs on the couch. I'd noticed that she was wearing a pair of boy shorts, and they were riding up higher and higher. Every time she moved or laughed, the thin material moved up her thighs. Her long tan legs looked delectable, and I was having a hard time looking away from her silky smooth skin. I wanted to touch her and see how she would react if I slid my fingers up and down her legs and caressed her.
“Oh my gosh. Can you believe that?” Rosalie said, interrupting my dirty thoughts.
“Sorry, what?” Blinking, I looked up at her, wondering if she'd noticed me checking her out.
"I said, can you believe that Brooklyn Decker wants him now? Like both of these gorgeous women want to be with him? Like, yeah right?"
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," I said, having no idea what she was talking about.
"Uh-huh," she said, staring at me."Are you okay, Oliver? You look kind of dazed and confused."
"I'm fine," I said, blinking, but I wasn't. She'd moved, and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra under her T-shirt, and it was making me feel some sort of way. I shifted slightly on the couch as I felt myself growing hard.Fuck it, I thought to myself. This was the last thing I needed.
"What is going on?" Reaching over, Rosalie touched me on the shoulder and shifted slightly against me.
"Sorry, what?" I blinked as I glanced at her.
"I said, what is going on? Now Brooklyn Decker just slept with him on the beach."
"Yeah." I stifled a groan. "Sorry, I wasn't paying that much attention to the movie."
"It's okay, Oliver," she said softly. She snuggled next to me, and her head was now on my shoulder. "Do you mind?"
