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them and turned back to the TV without saying anything else.
    He grabbed some of the popcorn, shoved it in his mouth, then kept trying. “You know you’ve ruined me.”
    He watched her whip her head around, finally looking him in the face. “What?”
    He glanced down at the popcorn, then back up. “This is a whole lot better than bagged.” He grinned and watched a smile spread across her face.
    She popped a piece in her mouth. “I know,” she breathed. “Oh.” She jumped up and ran into the kitchen, then returned with the bags of candy already open and dumped them into the bowl with the popcorn. She picked up the bowl and gave it a good shake. “Salty and sweet.” She smiled at him and then turned back to the TV.
    He reached back, grabbed the remote, and hit play.
     
    The movie was ending when he looked over at her stretched out on the blanket on her belly, pillow bunched up under her, feet toward him with that fantastic ass on display. She lay there watching the movie and suddenly it hit him. He liked this woman. He had liked spending time with her. She wasn’t like any other woman he’d known. She was funny and cute as hell and a blast to watch movies with. She didn’t squeal and jump all over him at the suspenseful parts. Damn, he wouldn’t have minded her jumping all over him! And she talked to the TV like they could hear her. Hell, she even got a kick out of the blowing-up parts. It was a good movie, but she just made it a whole helluva lot more fun.
    When it ended, she rolled over, and he got another glimpse of her smooth belly and—was that a piercing? Then she sat up, smiling big at him.
    “That was great! I cannot wait to watch it again,” she said blissfully.
    “Again? You want to re-watch it?” Man, she confused the hell out of him.
    “Yes, no. I mean, not right this second but later after the newness is gone.” She tilted her head. “Don’t you re-watch movies?” she asked, completely serious.
    He had re-watched a few. If they were really good and it had been a long damn time since he had seen it. “Yeah, a few.”
    “Just a few?” she asked for clarification as she was crawling on the floor toward him.
    “Yeah.” His voice came out sounding hoarse, so he tried to clear his throat, but his breath caught when she got up on her knees right beside him and reached out over the seat of the sofa.
    She was so close he could smell her, and damn if she didn’t smell like peaches. Fresh, ripe, juicy peaches. He knew if he just leaned over, just a bit, he could taste her, and he fuckin’ knew she would taste sweeter than any peach he had ever eaten.
    He was just about to move when she flopped back, turned with remote in hand, and turned off the movie. “Thank you,” she whispered sweetly.
    He leaned in, wanting to kiss her, to taste her, when she jumped up, grabbed the now empty snack bowl, the empty drink bottles and went into the kitchen. Seconds later, the light came on, and he heard water running.
    He sat stunned and hard. Fuck, his dick was hard from just smelling the woman. He managed to get up after a minute or two—or maybe a little longer—picked up the blanket and tossed it on the sofa, then grabbed the pillows and took them back to the guest room.
    He was just about to drop them on the futon when he caught her scent. Putting the pillow she had used up to his nose, he inhaled, and felt that twitch in his dick again. He dropped the pillows and quickly walked out of the room, back down the hall and damn near knocked her over as she was moving the floor lamp she had sat in the middle of the floor.
    “Sorry,” she murmured as she moved quickly out of his way.
    He walked back into the living room. “You don’t have to do that. I can get it.” After all, she had just moved a few pieces and while watching the movie he understood why she had moved them. The coffee table in order to stretch out; the lamp so they would have some light other than the TV, but positioned so it wouldn’t