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"How about we move to the couch and you can eat your puddin' and drink your smoothie while watching one of those heart-breakin' movies you love so much?" He felt her lift her head from his shoulder, pulling her hands to herself, eyes a bit more red than a minute before, but a sight as beautiful as always. There was something captivating about her, something about those freckles, those eyes that popped out so much now when the red was around the sky blue color, and about those slightly trembling lips he was not supposed to look at right now, but that seemed so incredibly soft and tempting.
"Have you ever watched The Notebook?" Gillian asked, taking the pudding from his hand and moving to the kitchen for a spoon.
"The story about those two who have always been meant to be and loved each other for years but the destiny was against them?" He followed her in the kitchen, so close to her body she could feel his breath on her neck while taking a spoon out of the drawer. She heard the double meaning and he saw it.
"It's not just like that, Cal." She turned around, facing him and freezing because of his closeness. "They were together. In the end they beat it all. They are still in love, and he works hard every day to make her fall in love with him even harder, even when she doesn't know she loves him." She managed to squeeze her way to the side, even though being trapped between the counter and Cal didn't feel bad at all - it was dangerous nonetheless.
"Oh, so it's all good when she gets ill. Just then he gets the chance to love her properly, when she forgets all the troubles?" It was a manipulation of the words and the movie, though he managed to make it all sound like it was about them. "Lucky man."
"Cal, stop it."
"Stop what, love?" He moved closer to her again, head tilted to the side, his eyes dropping to her lips for a piece of second, and then back to her eyes. She was still staring at his lips, terrified and excited, when he spoke again. "We're talking about the movie, no? You said no serious talk, so we're just gonna sit and watch whatever makes you feel better. I don't see a better way to apologize if not letting you see me torture through the whole movie because you know I hate those things."
"Right." She nodded, eyes still on his lips and then shook her head, as if reminding herself that she was acting foolish and way out of line just by thinking about his lips, not to talk about staring at them as if she'd lean in any moment and drown in them. "You want some pudding as well? Or you can have icecream if you want, though I only have caramel."
Cal shrugged his shoulders, still looking at her as if she was his possession. "You have just what I want." And with that, a double meaning she once again felt on her skin through goosebumps, he walked around her and back in the living room, stopping at the door frame. "Caramel it is, darlin'."
Watching the movie went smoothly enough, with Gillian ending wrapped up in Cal's embrace, but with no other unexpected, tense or dangerous moves. He had expected her to cry at the end, 'cause that's just one of those things girls do at movies like this, but she seemed pretty put together when the movie finished. He figured she watched this, or movies like these a thousand times until then.
"Did you like it?" She asked, drinking the last drop of her orange smoothie and turning in his arms to look at him.
"It was painful to watch." It caused an honest, loud laughter to break through the room, her body vibrating on his chest.
"Apology accepted." She smiled, sitting up and putting her glass on the small table his feet were resting on. "Do you know people drink and eat from this table?"
"Never said I'd be an ideal guest, Gil." He circled with his shoulder that went dumb under the pressure of Gillian's weight. It was worth it, though. At first he felt the smell of her perfume, then when the smell disappeared, it was replaced with her shampoo and the sweetest aroma of honey. When that faded away, too, all that was left for him was to enjoy the feeling of her being so close to him, more than they have been in a year, and maybe even more. It was comforting, really, and for a long time he hasn't felt like he belonged somewhere, or to someone, as he did when he was holding her just a couple of seconds back.
She laughed once again and looked up at his eyes, leaning into an embrace once again. "I almost fell asleep during the movie."
"You sayin' I'm a good pillow?"
"Yes." He felt her cheeks widen on his chest in a smile, he didn't even have to look at her face.
"Does that mean you're also sayin' I'm fat?"
"Yes." It widened more.
"Then use me tonight."
She laughed, visibly more relaxed than two hours ago, and slapped him playfully on the stomach. "I might as well do that." Gillian said, shifting so she'd make herself more comfortable and wrapping her hand around his waist. "You're one softie, Cal."
"I know, love."