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“Great.” A stir of excitement tickled her insides. She loved that he didn’t assume they would be sleeping together. That could change, but it was good he was reserving two rooms for now. “We can go over our plans when the date is closer.”

He pushed his seat back, stood, and gathered their now empty plates. “What do you say to some dessert if you’re not too full?”

“There’s always room.” Haylee got to her feet. “The more, the better.”

They washed dishes, cleaned up, and put leftovers in a plastic container. Haylee had insisted on leaving the rest of the pan of enchiladas for Tyson. “Fewer Spam sandwiches if you have something decent to eat in your fridge.”

“You don’t have to offer twice.” He reached into the freezer and brought out the container of ice cream while Haylee grabbed two bowls and spoons.

She wasn’t bashful of filling up her bowl, either. “This is why I use my treadmill regularly. I need to burn off what I eat to indulge often.”

“A woman with a plan.” He returned the now lighter ice cream container to the freezer.

“Yep.” She carried their bowls to the table and settled into her chair.

The treat made her sigh with bliss. “Keep buying this for me, and I’ll be on your doorstep plenty.”

“Deal.” Tyson seemed to be enjoying his as well. “I’ve got to do a few afternoon chores. How about a movie after that?”

Haylee smiled. “You’re on.”

* * *

Tyson wrapped up his afternoon chores with Haylee pitching in. She was enthusiastic and fun, and he enjoyed her company more than he could have imagined. He’d dated plenty but couldn’t remember ever wanting to be around a woman as much as he wanted to be with Haylee.

Tyson had popcorn on hand and used the popper left behind by his home’s former owner. They made a big batch and filled a large silver mixing bowl to share. He grabbed a couple of beers, and she carried the bowl to the living room.

Zoey and Freya trotted ahead and plopped down on their beds in front of the fireplace.

“Do you like westerns?” Tyson sat beside her on the couch, set the beers on the coffee table, and reached for the remote. “There’s one out in the theaters recently that I haven’t seen—it’s an action thriller.” He named the movie. “We can rent it unless there’s something you’d like better.”

“I’ve been wanting to see that one, too.” Haylee settled back against the couch. “It’s supposed to be a good movie.”

Tyson found the flick on a streaming service and paid for the rental before easing closer to Haylee so that their upper arms touched.

He found it hard to concentrate on the film with her so near. He figured he could always watch it again later when he wasn’t so distracted by Haylee’s scent and the heat of her body next to his.

They shared the popcorn from the bowl on her lap and drank the beer. He wanted to set it all aside, pull her into his arms, and kiss every part of her body from head to toe.

Not a good idea, not yet.

The popcorn vanished by mid-movie, and he set the empty bowl on the coffee table before draping his arm over her shoulders. He drew her closer, and she rested her head on his chest.

His heart beat faster, and he wondered if she could hear it. He stroked her upper arm, and his breathing elevated. His cock hardened, and he ground his teeth in an effort to control himself, but he couldn’t help his body’s reaction to holding her tightly to him.

She seemed comfortable where she was and rested one palm on his jean-clad thigh. The heat of her hand burned through the tough cotton to his skin. Could she sense what she was doing to him? Was her breathing a little more strained than it had been before?

When the credits rolled up the screen, she tilted her head so that their gazes met and held.

“It was a good movie.” Her words came out low and throaty. “My favorite part was cuddling next to you.”

“Funny.” He brushed his thumb over her upper arm. “That’s mine, too.”

Her throat worked, and she shifted in his embrace so that her face was close to his. Her lips parted, but he took her mouth with his before she could utter a word.

Her soft moans sent a thrill straight to his groin. He deepened the kiss, tasting popcorn and beer on her tongue.

He drew her on top of him so that her thighs straddled his hips and her body pressed against his cock.

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