Ronnie’s POV
It’s Friday night. Nancy and I have been relaxing in my living room long enough to watch two chick flicks and two action movies, my picks of course. The other day she called me and wanted to see me, but work kept me busy until now.
She said it was her turn to plan a date she would normally go on. So we ordered Chinese takeout, which wasn’t as horrifying as I was expecting, and have been taking turns picking out what we watch.
Her type of date isn’t bad, though. We’re alone in my house, and she’s all soft and content lying on the sofa with her head resting on my lap. I almost feel like I have a devil and an angel on my shoulders arguing over if I should focus on our current movie or make a move on Nancy.
The devil is winning so far.