The sounds from the air popper slowed and then stopped, and Sarah came back in holding a bowl of popcorn and two wine glasses.
"Ah, pinot and Orville Redenbacher. Excellent choices."
"Can't watch a movie without popcorn." I took one of the glasses and she sat down next to me. "What do we got?"
"Have you seen this one?" I pointed to the screen with the remote.
"Huh-uh."
"It's fantastic. Just watch." I pressed play and reached for the popcorn. My hand brushed her arm and I felt the pebbled texture of Sarah's skin. "You have goose bumps, are you chilly?"
Sarah blushed. "Maybe a little."
I hopped up and grabbed my trusty afghan. My grandmother had hand made it for my mom when I was born, and she'd covered herself with it while she'd nursed me. Sharing it with Sarah just felt right. It c
