By the time we got home and put away the groceries, we were starving. I offered to make us ham and cheese sandwiches while he searched for a good movie on Netflix. Personally I didn’t care what we watched—I was hoping for an eventual make-out session on the couch. I grabbed a bag of chips and balanced the two sandwich-laden paper plates in one hand while I made my way into the living room.
He took the plates from me, setting them on the coffee table. I tossed the chips there before getting cans of sodas from the fridge.
“Root beer,” Jeff called.
“I know!”
I grabbed his drink and my Dew before I collapsed on the couch next to him.
He’d queued up the newest Star Trek movie and I grinned. “How many times have we seen this one?”
He laughed. “It’s a classic already, which means you can wa
