The movie came to an end and I was fairly certain my cheeks still harbored a pink glow.
"What did you think?" he asked, chugging the last few sips from his second glass of wine.
"Uh... It was okay," I replied with uncertainty.
He chuckled before pulling himself to his feet, then he turned to face me.
"I'm starving. What can I get you to eat?" he offered before reaching his arms up behind his head to stretch. The muscles in his biceps flexed and his veins pulsed and to make matters worse, his shirt rode up to reveal those two beautiful little indentations that ran diagonally near his hips.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
"No thanks," I managed to whisper, barely cognizant as to what the question had been.
"You're not hungry?" he asked casually, though he lingered in that same pos
