I scooted and squirmed, nestling tighter against him. His breathing quickened. A very subtle change.

"Is it okay if I rest my arm around you?" he asked.

"Uh, sure." My heart thumped.

Around came his tanned, muscular arm. His hand settled dangerously close to my left breast. He shifted trying to get comfortable. His crotch grated my ass and I wanted to die--from happiness.

The movie started. Credits flashed on the enormous screen.

"Are you sure you're comfortable? I apologize for the tight space." He chortled, sounding somewhat nervous.

"Yeah, it's okay." No it wasn't comfortable, but I couldn't pass up being near him.

I could've sworn he was sniffing my hair; he kept drawing in deep breaths. And I noticed the spicy, intoxicating aroma of his cologne. It made me woozy with subdued desire. Instinctively I placed my hand in his.

His skin felt hot.

My palms broke out in sweat.

"I haven't been this close to anyone since Chelsea left," he muttered.

"Yeah." I didn't know what else to say.

Scene after scene flickered as the movie progressed. To my horror I realized it was a romance, and the male and female leads engaged in a make out fest. Extreme close-ups ensued as they sucked face.

I closed my eyes, mortified.

"You okay, honey?" he asked.

Honey?

"I mean--are you okay Melody?" He cleared his throat.

"Yes. Really." Stop asking. You're making me even more nervous. "But I didn't know this was a romance."

"You don't like romances?" He sounded surprised.

"Oh, it's okay I guess. Just a little embarrassing is all."

"Why's that?"

Oh god. "I don't know. Just is. But--but I do like watching romantic movies."

"You think romantic movies are embarrassing? Why do they embarrass you? I'm curious."

"Because, you know, the love scenes and kissing and stuff."

"Of course. Melody, I've never known anyone as bashful as you. Your innocence is like a breath of fresh air."

"It is?"

"Yes." Brief chuckle. "I bet you've never been kissed, have you?"

For a second I couldn't breathe.