She flushed, leaning against his knees. "You're going to want them back eventually." *** He laughed slightly. "Yup."
He laughed out loud, looking down at her. "I want my old Nirvana shirt from 2005 back?" * * * She rolled her eyes, but laid back against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Well I like it," she said stubbornly. "It smells like you." *** He relaxed, going quiet as the movie began.
"Hm. I know what I'm getting you for Christmas, then." * * * She also fell silent. After about 15 minutes, she slipped her arms around his waist, shifting to get more comfortable.
She squinted at him. "You're not allowed to say that." *** He looked down at her affectionately. He rested his head on hers.
He looked confused, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” *** She was pleasantly warm in his arms, a welcome addition in the winter night air.
“It’s an old shirt,” he confessed. *** As the film progressed, he would become aware that Gwen had drifted off, her head resting against his neck.
He squinted slightly. “That’s what I’m getting you.” *** The movie ended and she still hadn’t woken, her body up against his.
He looked perplexed. "How?!" * * * She softened, reaching up and cupping his jaw with her hand gently before sitting up, shivering as the blanket slipped off her.
She waved her fingers at him. "Psychic abilities!" *** He flushed, sitting up as well. "I'll go start the car and get the heater running.."
He sighed, ruffling her hair. "You've won this round." * * * She shook her head, scooting to get off the bed of the truck and folding the blanket as she did. "I'm no stranger to cold, Adonis..."
She laughed. "As predicted." *** He got the tarp, covering up the back once they were off it. "I know. But I still don't like it."
She took his hand and squeezed it gently before walking over to the passenger door, opening it and getting in.
“There are no predictions if you’re psychic. There are only certainties.” *** She was shivering from the cold, looking out the window, but she turned to look at him. “That was fun, Adonis.”
