Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"This plan is too coherent."

"I'm a nerd, remember?"

"Yeah, you are." He slides his arms around me, blanket and all, and pulls me onto his lap. His eyes go to the TV. "You have a favorite movie?"

"That's a complicated question."

He chuckles. "Is it?"

"Yes." I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. It's lighter. Less of a struggle. I believe him. I believe the past is the past. I believe he's okay leaving it behind.

"How about a comfort food movie?"

"You'll laugh."

"There's no way I'll laugh."

"Wanna bet?"

He nods. "Name your terms."

"Loser makes coffee in the morning."

He chuckles. "There's no way you get up before me to make coffee."

"I have class at nine."

"I have an appointment at ten."

"Ten is after nine."

"I have to prep." He presses his forehead to mine. "But, sure, I'll take that bet."

"Star Wars."

He laughs. "Fuck, you got me."

"I told you."

"I'm only laughing 'cause you're so insecure about it." He looks up at me with a smile.

"I'm not a built sex god. I was an awkward kid. It took a long time for me to grow into my nose."

"I love your nose."

"It's a little long."

"It suits you."

"Like the Wicked Witch of the West?"

"Like Jennifer Grey. Pre nose job."

Now, I'm the one laughing. "How old are you again?"

"Dirty Dancing is a classic. Bree's favorite."

"What's yours?"