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“Are you alright? I feel like you're on edge.”

Madeline gives me a shy smile. “I’ve never been anywhere this fancy before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she replies, sipping her wine. “I really didn't go on dates after you left.”

I feel a pang of guilt in my throat, especially considering what I'm about to say next. “This isn't a date, though. We're just having dinner together,” I say slowly, hoping to dampen the effect.

“My bad,” she replies. Thankfully, it doesn't look like her mood has changed.

“Either way, you truly are stunning. I can assure you I've never known anyone so beautiful.”God, I can't help myself. I'm going crazy here!

“Thank you,” Madeline says in a very low voice. Her cheeks are so red I'm afraid there's no blood anywhere else. “I have an idea.”

“Tell me.”

“Since we’re having a wonderful dinner, why don't we make it dinner and a movie? I'm sure we can find something fun to end the night.”

I see her expectant look and it completely shatters all my defenses. “Let's do it.”

I'm not ready for our night to end just yet.

Chapter 22

MADELINE

“What movie would you like to see?” Nate asks, looking at the list. “There aren't a lot of options, so I don't know if it’s going to be a comedy or a horror flick.”

“Good?” I chuckle. “We're not here for just anymovie.”

He looks so confused. “What are we here for then?”

“You and I are here to have fun and what better way than to watch a werewolf movie.”

“Oh my God, those are the worst,” he laughs. “They never get anything right.”

“Exactly!” I say, grinning. “So, what do you say?”

“It sounds like a great idea.”

We buy our tickets and enter the theater. The first clue about how bad the movie might be is the glaring lack of people around us. While there's enough room for a decent-sized crowd, there are only three other people in the theater with us.

The movie begins as we take seats in the last row, where we have a view of everything, including the smattering of other people who bought tickets.

“I think that guy is asleep,” Nate chuckles. He taps my shoulder to point, but I'm too engrossed in how good it feels when he touches me.

I playfully giggle before placing my hand on his. Nate tenses up, but he doesn't pull away.He didn't try to stay away from me. Am I reading this right?

“You know, there are a lot of good things about being in the last row,” Nate muses.

I turn to him. “Like what?”

Nate moves his hand from the armrest to my thigh. He puts a firm hand on it and massage me through the fabric. “Have I mentioned how amazing you look in that dress?”

“Maybe once or twice,” I reply, holding back a smile. It's nice to see him giving in to his urges, even if it's only a little bit.

“We're basically in our own little world back here.” His hand travels higher. “We can do whatever we want here.” He leans into me, kissing the side of my neck. “Anything.”

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