“I picked something I can’t watch with Libby around.” He gave her a sheepish look. “I can pick something else if you’d like.”

“No, a horror movie is totally fine.” She’d just sleep with the lights on later. No problem. Becca settled in on the couch, hugging a pillow, and started watching.

They were about five or ten minutes into the film when Hank settled his arm across the back of the couch. She was utterly aware of it, just as she was completely aware of when he slid it just a little lower, his fingertips brushing her shoulder.

So Becca adjusted her legs on the couch, shifting ever so slightly in his direction. Gosh, this was just like being a teenager again, with furtive touches and guessing whether or not each caress was intentional. Goose bumps broke out on her skin as he caressed a lock of her hair, toying with it as the movie blared on and children were lured into sewers or something awful like that. She wasn’t paying attention. The movie was in front of her, but she was utterly focused on the man sitting a few feet away. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, but his gaze remained locked on the television.

Then one big hand brushed against her nape.

She shifted closer to him again, hoping he’d drag her into his lap and kiss her silly. Instead, the movie had a jump scare and she jerked, then settled back on the couch just a hint closer to him. His thumb was definitely resting on her neck, ever so slightly rubbing her with small touches that made her crazy with need.

And still he didn’t grab her. Ugh. Was it because of the squirrel panties? Did the sight of them convince him that this was going to be a totally chaste date? She suddenly wished she’d worn her most scandalous panties ever, damn it. Even if she didn’t want to have sex on the first date, they could kiss, right? Surely they could kiss. She leaned a little closer to him.

“You uncomfortable?”

Becca looked over at him in surprise. “No, why?”

His eyes were inscrutable in the low light of her living room. “You keep moving over.”

She glanced down at the amount of sofa between them. Okay, yeah, she’d somehow managed to move over enough that there was less than a foot between them. Move back to her side, or admit what she was doing? Becca glanced over at him. He didn’t look annoyed, and his hand was still ever so slightly playing with her nape.

She opted for confession. “I was hoping you’d kiss me tonight.”

“Oh.”