Secrets Out

His hands are exploring every inch of your body. You kiss him passionately. Your tongue playing with his.

"Okay sailor, let's see what you have in the basket?" You go back to your seat and he opens the basket.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I put in some sweet, some salty, and some bubbly."

"You ARE cheesy. I like my men cheesy." His cheeks turn a light shade of pink. You both move to the back seat and start to eat and watch the movie. "I like this part."

"You've seen Casablanca?"

"Yeah...I watched old movies one after the other when I was eighteen. I had a lot of ti-" He coughs.

"I mean, I like old movies. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, I guess not. Just didn't peck you as the type." You finished eating and you snuggle in his arms, letting your head rest against his toned chest. He put his arm around you and hold you tight. You feel him shake.

"Mr. Hanson...are you nervous?" He shyly looks away.