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still with me.
     

     
    We went a little overboard with food when we got up to Fin’s place. To be fair, we couldn’t decide what we wanted, so we got a little bit of everything.
    “There is no way we can eat all this,” I said when the food arrived and we arranged it on his dining table.
    “No. But we can try.” I wasn’t going to try too hard. If I ate too much I’d go into another food coma, and then probably fall asleep before we had sex. I couldn’t let that happen.
    “What we can do is start and then come back for seconds and thirds,” he said, loading up his first plate.
    “Nice. Good thinking.”
    “Do you want to eat here?” I shook my head and he smiled. “I’ve got us set up in the bedroom again.” I loved how he planned these things out.
    I loaded up my own plate, and we headed to his bedroom. He had the projector screen set up again and the trays for eating in bed were out as well.
    “What are we watching?” I asked.
    “ Sleepless in Seattle . That’s what we agreed on last time.”
    I was happy he remembered. We got settled and he turned on the movie.
    “You know, Tom Hanks is one of those guys who can do anything. He can go from that one where he was stranded on the island and talked to a volleyball, to a romantic movie with Julia Roberts,” I said.
    “You have a thing for Tom Hanks?” Fin asked as the movie started.
    “Maybe. He’s good looking but he’s not, like, drop-dead hot. Yet he’s been in all these romantic movies. He’s the average guy who gets the girl. I like that.”
    I munched at my eggroll as Fin dug into some of the chicken alfredo.
    “So you like average guys, then?”
    “Nice fishing. There’s nothing average about you. You’re extraordinary.” I wasn’t trying to bloat his ego. It was the truth.
    “If by extraordinary, you mean fucked up, then yes, I am.” Now that was ridiculous.
    “You don’t see what I see. But that’s okay. I’ll see it for you and remind you.”
    “Promise?”
    “Absolutely.”
    I handed him one of the fortune cookies that had come with my eggrolls. He broke his open and I cracked mine.
    “What does it say?” I asked after I’d read mine.
    “Love will always find you,” he read. “What about yours?”
    “You will meet a tall, handsome stranger.”
    “It does not say that,” he said, grabbing the fortune out of my hand. “Huh. It does say that.”
    “Maybe it’s talking about Tom Hanks. He’s tall and handsome.” Fin gave me a look and handed the fortune back to me. “It’s you. Definitely you.”
    “You know if I ever actually meet Tom Hanks, I’m going to be irrationally jealousy of him, right?”
    “Hey, that’s not my fault.” He threw a packet of salt at me. “Really mature.”
     

     
    I managed to not eat too much, but I felt bad that there was so much leftover food.
    “Dessert?” he said as we cleaned up from our first round of eating.
    “Maybe in a little while.” I’d been looking around, but the so-called surprise he had for me was nowhere to be seen. I got more and more curious as time wore on and he seemed to have completely forgotten about it.
    “I’m not going to tell you what it is,” he said as I put my plate in the dishwasher.
    “What what is?”
    “What your surprise is. It’s not time for it yet. So stop looking around. It’s not in plain sight, and it’s not what you think it is.”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I rinsed his plate and added it with mine.
    “Right.” I bumped into him purposefully as we walked back to the bedroom. He bumped me back and then I did it again. “You are asking for it, Mari Cherry.”
    “Asking for what?” Teasing him was far too enjoyable. Things went from playful to me being pushed up against the wall, Fin’s face an inch from mine.
    “You. Are. Asking. For. It,” he said. Playful time was over. His hips ground into mine, and then I stopped thinking about my surprise or dessert or Tom Hanks.
    I pushed my hips