We kissed again, his tongue slipping into my mouth. “What? “I’m good right now, but thanks,” Dylan replied. I ignored it for a few minutes, still laying in bed until it buzzed again. “Yeah man, of course!” I started, a little too excitedly, “This is way more than I would eat anyway,” I laughed as I passed him my popcorn bucket. I stared into his impossibly pretty brown eyes, and they filled with a conviction that he couldn’t fake. Maybe he won’t come tonight, I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but give him a subtle wink as he walked past me to go get Tracy. I was relaxing, but still wanted to talk about last night. I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and a slim fitting t-shirt, subconsciously trying to look cute in case he did end up coming to movie night.
