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"No idea yet. Definitely need to figure out something to keep me out of the house as much as possible though."
"We'll have to think of something."
She wiggles her eyebrows. "I'm sure we can figure something out."
Pretty sure she didn't mean for that statement to make me picture some very sexual things in my mind. But the visions come anyway. Us spending our time in my bed, barely getting out for food, or anything really.
"Either that food is really good, or that smile on your face means I would really like to know what you're thinking."
I clear my throat, caught. "Well, this food is pretty amazing. And as for the thoughts, well, those aren’t really appropriate for talking about in here."
"Hmm. Now, I want to know even more. Don't think we won't be texting about this later."
"It'll be the highlight of my night."
"Not looking forward to work?"
I sigh. "I rarely am these days. I usually work six hours a night, but it feels like forever now.
"I definitely know that feeling."
"What? You get to play games and go on rides on your lunch break."
"Yeah, and when I'm not on break, I have to deal with my lazy manager and people acting like I personally took their tokens when a game doesn't work. But you're right. The pizza does make up for it a little."
"See? I just get to walk to the greasy burger place next door for lunch. If I ever have a heart attack, it is one hundred percent that place's fault. I can practically feel my arteries clogging up every time I eat there."
She throws her head back with laughter. "Well lucky you, I bring you to high class places like this to eat."
"I am lucky. But just to be here with you."
She smiles. "You get better and better at this flirting thing every time we meet."
"I don't know if it's called flirting with you. More like...it's easy to tell you how much you're coming to mean to me."
"Am I?" she asks softly.
"You are."
When we're done, we drive back to the lot, our hands making their ways to each other's while Jolie uses the other to drive.
"I love your hands," she tells me. "Have I told you that yet?"
"No. My voice, my laugh, my smell, my hands. What's next?"
"Hmm. I have some ideas, but I'll keep them to myself."
I arch a brow at her, even though she's watching the road. "And what do you like about my hands?"
"How much bigger they are than mine, but how they somehow still fit mine perfectly. The way your thumb always sweeps over my knuckles while we're holding hands. How you squeeze my hand every now and then, as if reassuring yourself I'm real."
"You do feel like some kind of dream." She looks over at me quickly to smile. "You push the bad away, if that makes sense. I didn't think anything was capable of doing that."
"Makes perfect sense." She pulls up beside my car. "Text me when you get off of work."
"I will."
I lean across the armrest and she meets me, a smile already on her lips. I find everything I need at the feeling of her lips reaching mine. What makes me smile, what can make me forget, what can make it not hurt so much to remember. We break the kiss and our hands come apart. I can't help but look down at them, her small hand leaving my bigger one. And yeah, they do look perfect together.
