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We both bring our attention back to the movie—a random romcom that I picked because it was the only one showing at this time. Boy meets girl, girl plays hard to get, random shenanigans ensue before boy falls in love with girl, girl struggles to accept her feelings toward boy…you know the gist.
Quinn rests her head upon my shoulder, and I lean over to press my lips to her hair. She smells like apricots and honey, and honestly, right now, I’d rather be anywhere but here, kissing her senseless, fucking her even more so. I love the feelings that bubble and explode inside of me as we do all of those things, and I never want them to end.
Needing just a little taste, I place my fingers under her chin and tip her face to mine. Our lips meet, and our mouths immediately open so that our tongues can come out to glide against one another. Round and round, round and round. I have to hold back a moan as Quinn's hand sneaks over my ever-hardening bulge. Her thumb strokes the tip of my cock, straining for freedom against my jeans, and I nibble her bottom lip in response.
I feel like a teenager again, although I've never gotten to do this before.
I'm so glad that all my firsts have been with Quinn. She's a total hottie, and I feel so lucky to have found a catch like her. The sex has been incredible—absolutely beyond my wildest dreams—and every moment spent with her has become more and more enjoyable. I feel like I stepped into my own little slice of heaven, complete with my own personal, sexy angel, and I wouldn't change it for the world.
Time passes so quickly within our passion bubble that we don't even realize the movie reaches its climax—we’re too busy skirting ours. Hands groping, mouths teasing. We can't keep away from each other, and we can't bring our lips apart. My hands inside her shirt, hers stroking my throbbing cock.
Oh fuck, Ezra, please don't blow a load in public. Please, please, please...
A loud crescendo plays unexpectedly, and we pull apart in surprise. I turn my head to find the credits rolling down the cinema screen. The lights turn on, and I chuckle as other patrons start leaving around us. "Time sure flies when you're having fun, huh?" I slide my arm around her shoulders and draw her in tight, not quite ready to leave our little bubble yet.
“It sure does.” Quinn smiles up at me before tilting her head slightly and searching my eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
“No. I just…I realized today that we never really do anything where people can see us.”
I lean in and rub my nose alongside hers as I chuckle. “Most of the things we do aren’t fit for public consumption, gorgeous.”
She laughs and places a hand on my chest, sitting back slightly. “I do know that. But I’m talking more about the fact that I don’t see much of your brother or sister. And I haven’t introduced you to any of my friends. I’m not trying to pressure you because I know we’re new and maybe I’m reading into this more than I should be. But I’d like us to be a…a couple.”
My brow draws tight. “But we are a couple. Aren’t we?”
“Yes. But, no one really knows that. Do they?”
“Oh. I see. You want to make sure our relationship is public knowledge? Like, I should introduce you to anyone I know as my girlfriend?”
She grins. “Yes. I’d like that a lot.”
“OK,” I say, making eye contact with a couple of stragglers leaving the theatre. “This is my girlfriend, Quinn,” I tell them, making them laugh and tell Quinn it’s lovely to meet her. “Does that work for you?”
“It’s a start,” she says with a laugh as we gather our coats and start to leave so the attendants can clean up. “Wanna grab a hotdog before heading to mine?"
I grin at her. "Anything my lady wants, my lady gets," I say as I extend a hand for her to take.
"Let me pay this time, though. It’s not fair that you’re always picking up the tab," she says, tucking her hair behind her ear as we walk over to the concessions stand.
“No. I asked you on the date. I pay. It’s how it works.”
“Ez.” She laughs it off as we join the line, but my spine stiffens. I havesomepride. And it would make my dad proud to see me doing right by my woman. It’s how he raised me.
The ticket attendant from earlier is manning the concessions. "Hey, I hope you enjoyed the movie. How may I help?"
"I'll take a chili dog with cheese, and the lady likes her dog straight up with cheese and pickles."
The attendant taps on the computer. "OK, one cheesy chili dog and a regular dog with cheese and pickles…"Tap, tap, tap. He looks at us with a friendly smile. "That'll be fifteen-even."
I pull out my wallet and reach inside, my heart sinking when that twenty I thought I had isn’t there. I had specifically set aside exactly enough money for tonight as well as a little extra for food later. But I must have miscounted. Fuck! I’ve been so damn careful with money lately. I thought I had a handle on this…I’m about to ask if they take cards, but Quinn places a fifty on the counter and smiles at the attendant. "You can keep the change."
His eyes widen, and then he smiles from ear to ear, suddenly perking up while looking atmygirl with renewed interest. "Thanks, doll! I'll get your order ready in a jiffy."
“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says with a giggle as we shift to the side and await our order.
My face is in flames and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from biting at Quinn. I feel her looking at me, and I do my best not to show how embarrassed I am. But I don’t do the greatest of jobs.
