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“Why don’t you look through Netflix and see what movie you want to watch, and I’ll pour us some drinks.”
It was already so different from the other dates, because even though I knew thousands of people were watching us, it felt like we were alone. Paul even seemed to stay back a bit more with the camera. Or maybe that was just my imagination. A side effect of being with Kipton, when everyone else always seemed to fade away.
“Oh, I already know what movie we’re going to watch.” She grinned.
I chuckled back. It was for sure going to be a chick flick.
After grabbing a bottle of wine I found on the counter, I poured two glasses and made my way over to the blanket and sat down. There were two pillow-type things that we could lean against, so we could semi-recline on the blanket and watch TV.
“Red wine? We’re on the floor, and you give me red wine?”
I shrugged. “If you spill it, we’ll make Jack, the producer, clean it up.”
Jack snorted in our ears, then said, “Don’t spill it. This show is already costing the network a fortune.”
You would never imagine how hard it is not to talk back to a person talking into your ear.
Kipton took a sip as she pulled up the movie we were going to watch.
“When Harry Met Sally? What’s that about?”
Her expression was pure shock. “You’ve never watched this movie?”
Taking a sip of the wine, I set it on the coffee table behind us, doing the same with Kipton’s. “Nope, never heard of it.”
“Wow. I don’t even know what to say. This is a date-night classic, Hunter.”
I shrugged and grabbed a handful of popcorn. How in the hell was it still warm? “Sorry,” I said as I popped a few pieces into my mouth. “I’m not much of a chick-flick kind of guy.”
Kipton was sitting with her legs crisscrossed. She slowly turned and gave me a look that said I was in for it. “You,” she said, pointing her finger at me, “will not be saying that after this movie.”
I rolled my eyes and dropped back onto the cushion, then kicked off my boots. Kipton removed her boots, set them to the side, grabbed her bowl of popcorn, and started to eat, still sitting crisscross.
I wasn’t sure at what point during the movie Kipton had lain down. Or when she’d moved a little closer. Or when I’d put my arm around her to snuggle her closer still. Or…when her leg eased over mine. But soon enough, there we were, watching a movie together like we’d done so a thousand times in my living room. I had forgotten anyone was watching.
Kipton grabbed my hand when Harry started running to get to Sally. I had to admit, I was invested heavily in the damn movie.
“Is she going to leave before he gets there?” I asked.
“Shh! The best part is coming up!” Kipton whispered.
“Seriously? I kind of liked the fake orgasm scene.”
Kipton shot me a look before focusing back on the TV.
Then the last scene happened, where Harry professed his love to Sally. I glanced over to see Kipton wiping a tear away. Then I heard a sniffle from our left, and I raised my head. “Are you crying?”
Louie waved me off and turned his head, and I saw Paul’s shoulders shake a little.
“You better be laughing, Paul.”
“Don’t talk to the camera guys, Hunter,” Jack warned.
Kipton sat up and wiped her face. “God, I love that movie.”
I chuckled and got up to stretch my legs. Kipton smiled as she attempted to make herself stop crying.
My eyes glanced briefly at Jessie, who stood at the other end of the room. How was it that there were people in the house and we’d both forgotten all about them. And the cameras?
