Temporarily washes itself out of my thoughts at him remembering our movie night.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” It’s hard to contain my happiness as I plop down on the bed, stomach first, and allow my feet to dangle off the end as I inspect the candy selection. “AirHeads, Starbursts, Nerds, Junior Mints. Jesus, you hooked a girl up.” Rolling over, I bring myself up and rest my back against the headboard. “You planned for this, didn’t you?”

“I might’ve made a pit stop on the way here.” He snatches the pillow on the pullout and fluffs it out. “You’re my sidekick, remember? We gotta look out for each other.”

I cock my head to the side. “How’d you know I’d be in your bedroom?”

“That I had no idea. I figured we’d hang out in the living room, but this is better.”

“Oh, really? Why’s that?”

“No one can jack our snacks.”

“Good point.” I snatch the Nerds, open the box, and pour the mini candies into my mouth. “I’ve had alcohol, and now, I’m about to sugar binge. I’m either going to be up all night like a crackhead or crash out in twenty minutes. There’s no in-between.”

“Hmm …” He taps the side of his mouth. “What was it you said before? If I were with you, you’d stay up all night?”

Ugh, I hate when my words come back to bite me in the ass.

“Who said that?” I look from one side of the room to the other. “I don’t know who said that. You got the wrong girl, buddy.”

Marching toward me, he plucks the AirHeads box off the bed, opens it, and grabs a blue one. “I say, you put your candy where your mouth is.”

“What does that even mean?” I stare at him with raised brows.

“I have no idea actually. It sounded much better in my head.” He chomps off the end of the AirHeads.

“I sure hope so.”

He collapses next to me on the bed and stretches out his legs. “What are we watching tonight?”

“I chose last time.” I chew on my lower lip. “It’s your turn, but I have a few rules.”

“Rules suck, but throw them at me.”

“No unrealistic action movies. Otherwise, prepare to hear me bitch about how it’s not physically possible for a forty-year-old with a dad bod to beat up three ninjas and sixteen gun-bearing men and then get away with the millions in cash from jumping building to building in a Corvette.”

“Babe,” he groans. “Nearly all action movies are unrealistic.”

“I guess that means all action movies are vetoed.”

He chuckles and points at me with his wrapper. “I see what you did there.”

“What?” I shrug innocently.