It was almost a month before I could have another date with Andy since he went out of town for winter break. We texted every day though, some days more text than others. Before he came back we made plans for our next date on a day he was free.
The plan was for him to cook me dinner and for us to go see a movie. All day my mind was running marathons, wondering what would happen. Things felt slow, but steady with him. I had too much time to get ready, so my mind was filled with all different scenarios. In the end, I wouldn’t have done anything differently; it was perfect.
He cooked me spicy spaghetti that was delicious. We watched a bit of TV before we left for the movie. I was greatly relieved when he asked if he could drive us to the movies. I suck at night driving, and he knew the area better than I. Plus, the song “Passenger Seat” had been going through my head all week.
Partway through the movie I managed to slide my hand down towards his, but he didn’t seem to take the bait so I went back to keeping my hand to myself. I gave it another 10 minutes and slid my hand down again. This time he had his hand waiting, and took mine in his. We sat through the rest of the movie holding hands, and even through most of the credits. Once the credits came on we started talking about the movie, our favorite parts, etc. Towards the end of the credits we finally let go and stood up to stretch.
Once back in his car, he asked if I wanted to come inside to visit some more. I eagerly accepted, not caring that I had to be up for work in 8 hours. We watched more TV and chatted. Finally at midnight he said it was his bedtime. He walked me to my car, and we hugged goodbye. At the end of the hug he pulled back, looking in my eyes smiling. As I smiled back, he leaned down and kissed me the softest, sweetest kiss. Too soon the hug broke off and I got in my car. We had plans to hang out that coming Saturday, this time it was my turn to cook dinner.