Playing it cool, though, I said, “Sounds good.” I smiled behind my coffee mug.

“You got one for me?” he asked, nodding toward my cup.

“Yeah, Kylo.” I winked. “Go get the movie app up on the TV. I’ll make it and bring it in.”

He nodded and turned while I watched him walk over to the couch, pick up the remote from the coffee table, then sit. He didn’t select a single chair. He took the couch, where he knew I’d be sitting next to him.

Fuck me.

Happiness had my gut going nuts like there was a circus in there. He’d wanted to stay longer. Wanted my time more. That right there was progress, and hell, it was good to see that he wasn’t running and getting lost in his mind.

I made him a coffee and took it into the living area. “Picked one?”

“You can,” he said, taking hold of the mug I held out to him.

“I picked last night, your turn,” I told him, then laid down on the couch with my head resting on his thigh. To start with, he’d tensed, but when I rolled to see the TV, he relaxed and went back to searching through the movies.

“Can’t go wrong with this. It’s a classic, but good one, right?”

“Fuck yeah. Bruce Willis kicks ass in Die Hard. You’ll have to come back to watch the rest of them with me now we’re startin’ this one.”

There was a beat of silence and then came softly “Yeah.”

My damn smile was big.

It wasn’t until halfway through that I felt a tentative hand slide to my hair, and Kylo brushed his fingers over my scalp, gently scratching. Hell, if I were a cat, I’d be purring.

A little after that, I was completely relaxed and lazily asked, “Favorite color?”

Kylo snorted, his fingers stilling for a second before he kept going. “Are you seriously askin’ this shit?”

“Yep,” I said, popping the p at the end.

“All right, I think.”

I nudged his knee with my hand. “Come on, play along. It’s get-to-know-you time.”

He sighed. “Fine. I don’t really have a favorite color.”

Groaning, I said, “Everyone has one. Mine’s dark blue. Yours?”

“Same.”

Rolling my eyes, I dropped that question. “Okay then, what’s your favorite flavored ice cream?”

“Chocolate.” I nudged him again. He sighed, then asked, “You?”

“Vanilla. What type of music do you like?”

I felt him shrug. “A bit of everything besides opera.”

I laughed. “Well, there goes my idea of taking you to a show.”

He chuckled. “Can you imagine? Us walkin’ into the theater together… everyone would think we’re in the wrong place.”

“I think it’d be kinda cute. We could both dress up and fall asleep durin’ it.” I grinned when he chuckled again. “Did you like sleepin’ beside me last night?” I threw in.

He stilled, even his fingers, but then they started back up before he whispered, “Yes.”

“What year did you go up to in school?” I asked to help him relax once more, and he did.