a job as the world’s most attractive subway attendant, and she falls in love with some generic financial middle manager type with big eyebrows.
Anyway, it turns out the lady from Speed ends up falling for the finance guy’s much more relatable and rugged brother. Rugged according to Hollywood standards, anyway. Bill Pullman. Or Paxton? I can’t keep ‘em straight.
Apart from having the most ridiculous plot ever, it’s kind of funny I guess. It’s not the worst movie I’ve ever seen. That title belongs to the one about the boy who falls in love with the Nazi who can’t read. How the hell did that get made?
Maybe I’m enjoying this romantic comedy—not thoroughly, but somewhat—because I’m in the dark, not listening to lawyers speak, and Wren is sitting next to me. Her knee keeps gently bumping into my leg. Her soft giggles make me smile. I think we’re both a little tipsy from the alcohol that somebody brought in.
I can’t imagine who that was.
We’re sitting in the back of the room, where no one can see us. Wren uses our position to her advantage. She slips her hand under my arm and cuddles against me.
When she leans her sweet smelling head against my shoulder, my lungs fill with her scent.
She sighs softly and pivots her body toward me.
I’m enjoying myself more than I ever remember enjoying myself while watching a movie. It occurs to me that I want this. Every day. Out in the open. Not hiding in the dark.
I want to hold this woman in my arms every night and wake her every morning with sweet kisses.
I don’t want to spend my time with anyone else, and if that’s selfish of me, then so be it.
The whisper in my ear catches me off guard. “Meet me in the room in five minutes.”
“But I’m enjoying the movie,” I say, even though her whispers awaken the need in my body.
“Sam.”
“What? I am!”
“I’ll be naked.”
“See you in five minutes.”
Back in the room, my lovely Wren greets me perched on the bed, sitting cross-legged with the sheets draped over her middle. The top edge of the sheet just barely covers her nipples. Her hair is down around her shoulders, gleaming in the soft light of the lamps. She looks like an absolute angel.
The pulsing muscle inside my jeans would have me instantly lunging for her if I wasn’t the man I was. But I just need to commit to memory the sight of her like this. I stand there in the doorway between our adjoining rooms and take it all in, like she’s a fine work of art. She really is.
“I’m ready,” she murmurs.
When I step inside her room and unbutton my shirt, peeling it off slowly along with my undershirt, I catch Wren licking her lips. Seeing her enjoy the view of me shedding my clothes is enough to make me feel ten feet tall.
I still have to ask: “Are you sure? Are you sure you want me? There’s no turning back after this. I don’t do casual sex.”
She smiles. “Sam. There was no turning back the first time you stood up for me. You touched my heart in a way nobody else ever has. I’m already yours. You’re stuck with me for good, whether or not we make love tonight, or any other night. You’ll never be rid of me, Sam Ev—”
Without another thought, I cross the room, and press our lips together before Wren can finish that sentence.
That’s all I needed to hear.
Her hands scramble to unbuckle my belt, and I’m kicking off my Wranglers in a hurry. She wants me. She says I’m stuck with her. I disagree. “Stuck” is the wrong word for what this is. “Stuck” implies we’re left with no choices, like a couple that doesn't love each other anymore but can’t leave either, and has learned over time to resent each other. This is different.
This will be different from that. I can already feel it.
I feel it in the way our bodies connect. It makes no sense on a superficial level. But this connection is bigger than the both of us, and we can’t deny it.
I love this woman. With my whole heart.
Wren is folded into my arms, her small frame wrapped around me as we kiss.
“I love kissing you, Sam.”
“Then why’re you talking instead of kissing?”
She laughs her full-throated laugh, working her magic on me.
The soft skin of her ass under my rough hands. Her warm little body pressed tight to my hard muscles, making