“I like your . . .” I point at his chest and make a circular motion with my finger. “Your body. It’s very nice.”
He laughs, pressing a knee into the mattress. He lies down next to me. “Thank you,” he says. “But you can’t have this body right now.” He adjusts the pillow beneath his head, getting comfortable. I lift up onto my elbow and scowl at him.
“Why not?”
“What’s the rush? I’ll be here all night.”
Surely he’s kidding. Especially after that kiss. “Well, what are we supposed to do while we wait? Talk?”
He laughs. “You sound like conversation with me is the worst idea in the world.”
“If we talk too much before we have sex, I might find out things I don’t like about you. Then the sex won’t be as fun.”
He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear with a grin. “Or . . . you might find out we’re soul mates and the sex will be mind-blowing.”
He has a point.
I fold my arms over my pillow and lay my head on them as I roll onto my stomach. “We better get to talking, then. You go first.”
Graham runs his hand over my arm. He traces the scar on my elbow. “Where’d you get this scar?”
“My older sister and I were racing through the house when I was fourteen. I didn’t know the sliding glass door was shut and I ran through it. Shattered the glass and cut myself in like ten different places. That’s the only scar, though.”
“Damn.”
“You have any scars?”
Graham lifts up a little and points to a spot on his collarbone. There’s about a four-inch scar that looks like it must have been pretty bad at the time of the injury. “Car wreck.” He scoots closer to me and wraps his leg over both of mine. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“Anything by the Coen brothers. My favorite is Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?”
He looks at me like maybe he has no clue what movie I’m talking about. But then he says, “We thought . . . you was . . . a toad.”
I laugh. “Damn! We’re in a tight spot!”
“Jesus Saves, George Nelson withdraws!” We’re both laughing now. My laughter ends with a sigh, and then Graham smiles at me appreciatively. “See? We like the same movie. Our sex is going to be amazing.”
I grin. “Next question.”
“Name something you hate.”
“Infidelity and most vegetables.”
Graham laughs. “Do you live off chicken nuggets and French fries?”
“I love fruit. And tomatoes. But I’m not really a fan of anything green. I’ve tried to love vegetables but I finally decided last year to accept that I hate them and force nutrition into my diet in other ways.”
“Do you like to work out?”
“Only in emergencies,” I admit. “I like doing stuff outdoors, but not if it’s routine exercise.”
“I like to run,” he says. “It clears my head. And I love every single vegetable except tomatoes.”
“Uh-oh. Not looking good, Graham.”
“No, it’s perfect. You’ll eat my tomatoes, I’ll eat every other vegetable on your plate. Nothing goes to waste. It’s a perfect match.”
I like his way of looking at it. “What else? Movies and food only scratch the surface.”
“We could talk politics and religion but we should probably save those two for after we’re in love.”
He says that so confidently, but also like he’s kidding. Either way, I agree we should avoid politics and religion. Those lead to arguments even when people agree. “Definitely cool with not touching those two.”
Graham grabs my wrist and slides it out from under my head. He threads his fingers through mine and rests our hands between us. I try not to focus too much on how sweet I think it is. “What’s your favorite holiday?” he asks.
“All of them. But I’m partial to Halloween.”
“Not what I expected you to say. Do you like it for the costumes or the candy?”
“Both, but mostly the costumes. I love dressing up.”
“What’s the best costume you ever wore?”
I think about it for a moment. “Probably when my friends and I went as Milli Vanilli. Two of us talked the whole night while the other two stood in front of us and mouthed everything we said.”
Graham rolls onto his back and laughs. “That’s pretty spectacular,” he says, staring up at the ceiling.
“Do you dress up for Halloween?”