“Yep, I keep them right here.” I reached up. “On top of the couch.” I turned on the television and stared at Nick. “I’m curious to see if you're going to like this movie. I might be offended if you don’t; it's one of my favorites.”
“Well, I don’t see you as someone with bad taste in movies, so I’m sure I’ll like it,” he assured me and watched me get the movie ready.
I was about press play when I glanced over. He was sitting calmly, waiting for me to start the movie, looking very content. I desperately wanted to know what was going on in his brain, but at the same time, I was worried what I might find out if I asked him. Here we were in my apartment, alone, about to watch a movie on the couch in the dark.
Had I mentioned he was engaged because that glaring piece of information was someth
