Christ, I knew he’d come from a shit home, but it twisted my insides thinking he didn’t get a normal childhood. I was one lucky fucker to have one.

He opened his mouth and then closed it. “What?” I asked. He shook his head. I knocked my knee against his. “Tell me or ask me.”

He gave me side-eyes and then looked back to the screen when the ads started playing. “What about you? For the movies?”

This was good. He was coming back into himself now that the shock had subsided. This was what a normal date was supposed to be like—talking and finding out about each other.

“Couple of months ago. Another action flick I was interested in.”

“If you come often, does that mean you know Marvel?”

“Fuck yes. Marvel rocks.”

He hummed under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” He was thinking of something that made him smile, and I wanted to know what it was.

“Kylo,” I said in a low tone, knocking my knee into his again.

He glanced down, saying, “Was at your place a while ago watchin’ Marvel with Lucas because Death and Wreck hadn’t seen it before. That’s when I found out about Lucas and Wreck datin’.”

“Where was I?”

He chuckled. “In bed, oblivious to everythin’.”

I nudged him with my arm. “Shut up, man. I’d been busy.”

“Hey, if Death hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have expected it either. Never would have thought Wreck would go that way.”

“Shit, nor me.” And I wouldn’t have for me either, but I guess it took a special kind of guy to open your eyes to other possibilities. Not that I could say any of that shit. I had a feeling Kylo would get up and leave. He was fighting this for some reason, and I was sure it was because he didn’t trust I wanted to see where this could go. He thought I’d go back to women. Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of one since the first time. Hadn’t been with one since the second time, and that shit said something because I loved fucking. Before Kylo, I’d screwed around nearly every damn day, and since Kylo and I hadn’t been around one another for the last few weeks, other than for work, his absence had been getting to me.

Eventually I’d tell him, but when he was used to this—used to me being around him.

“But now I see it’s good for them. They’re all loved up and lookin’ to the future.”

“They are,” Kylo agreed, and took a sip of his drink before eating more popcorn.

The movie started and I relaxed back a bit more and got into it. But I half focused on Kylo. He laughed when it was funny, he liked it when the action happened, and I could tell he was enjoying himself.

Fuck, it felt good being here with him. Especially as it was something different for him since he hadn’t been in so long and was something I loved to do.