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I studied him briefly, my lips twitching as I did, and noted, “And here I thought we didn’t have a single thing in common.”
For the first time since he set it there, Griffin removed his hand from mine. He dropped it to my thigh and squeezed. “Well, we’ve got the rest of the day, so I’m up for seeing what else there is.”
“What?”
“I’m sure there’s more than just two things we have in common,” he said.
Beyond confused, I replied, “Okay, I’m not sure what the second thing we have in common is, but I’m unsure what you mean when you say we have the rest of the day.”
Griffin’s hand drifted down from the middle of my thigh toward my knee. “I’ve done a lot of riding over the last few days. I’m planning to spend the rest of my afternoon and evening in this camper with you, so we can figure out what else besides being only children and liking my mom’s food we have in common.”
My eyes nearly fell out of my head. “You want to spend the rest of your day in the camper with me?”
“There’s nothing I want to do more than that,” he assured me.
“What are we going to do?” I asked.
He thought for all of a few seconds before he asked, “When was the last time you binge watched a movie series?”
“Which one?” I countered.
Griffin stood, reached into one of the compartments over the front cabin of the camper, and pulled out a portable DVD binder that was at least four inches thick. He set it down on the table and said, “Take your pick. Depending on what you choose, we’ll climb in the bed, watch one or two, eat some dinner, and go back for a few more.”
I couldn’t miss him throwing in where he intended to have us while we watched. “In the bed?”
Holding his hands up in surrender, Griffin promised, “No funny business. Just watching movies.”
Though I didn’t tell him, I had to admit I was feeling a bit disappointed. With all of the absentminded touching he’d done throughout lunch, forcing me to think about having his hands in other places, I didn’t think I’d mind it so much if he attempted a bit of funny business.
Too afraid to say anything, I opened the book and started flipping through his collection.
Hours later, Griffin and I had binge watched the first two movies in the Pirates of the Caribbean series, ate a delicious dinner, and were preparing to dive in to the third movie in the series.
Truth be told, I was thrilled, and it had nothing to do with the movies we were watching.
I’d had the best day in months, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn’t once think about money or my personal situation. I just enjoyed my day for all that it was, and it could be said I was truly making the best out of a bad situation.
While Griffin got the third movie loaded into the DVD player, I climbed into the bed at the back of the coach. True to his word, Griffin hadn’t attempted an ounce of funny business. In fact, he’d had a spare sleeping bag and pulled that out for me, because he wanted me to be comfortable.
The thing was, over the course of the last couple of days, Griffin had done all the right things. He’d said all the right things, too. Although it was possible he could have been doing that simply to take advantage of the uniqueness of the situation, I didn’t believe that was the case.
And the more I thought about it, the more I believed he’d only do things like casually place his hand on my thigh or cover my hand with his when he didn’t think it’d make me uncomfortable. He had been so nonchalant about it in those situations, or at least, it felt that way to me.
Now, I wanted more from him, and I had a feeling I was going to have to be the one to communicate that to him. So, after I climbed into the bed, I didn’t move off to the one side, knowing he’d be on the other. I stayed in the middle, hoping he’d understand what I wanted.
Griffin got the video loaded near the front of the coach, turned around, and made his way back toward the bed. The moment his eyes met mine, he smiled.
I felt giddy inside and wasn’t too proud to admit that I checked him out. After we had lunch, he stripped out of his bibs he wore snowboarding, but he kept his base layers on.
They fit him like a second skin, molding perfectly to his incredible physique.
I had to admit it was a strange feeling being jealous of some clothing, but it was my hope that was about to change.
Griffin climbed into the bed, twisted his body, and fell to his back on the side of the bed he’d been in since we started watching the movies earlier in the afternoon. I remained seated in the middle of the bed.
His eyes locked on mine. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, but said nothing.
