Thorne watched Nancy almost as much as he watched the screen. Every time she touched him, she reached for his hand or leaned toward him, his heart thundered in his chest, hoping she’d do it again. By the time the movie ended and the credits rolled, she was leaning against his side, as if she’d been sitting there all night long.
Warmth spilled through him, as he hated to move. The last thing he wanted to do was break the spell and have her move away, but it was getting late and they had to get up for work the next day. After a moment she sighed and sat up, almost as if she hated leaving his side as much as he hated having her leave.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I guess I should go.” He scooted forward till he sat on the edge of his seat.
“Let me get your ice cream.” Nan
