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bite.
    “Yes,” he said, and bit into his taco. “I want to try and make it up to you since I failed so miserably last time. I can’t believe I let my head get in the way of being with you. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
    “I’ll remind you,” I said, and we dug into our tacos.
     

     
    “Dessert was probably a bad idea,” I said as we stumbled to Fin’s Town Car. Carl, as always, waited patiently for us and hid his smirk as he held the door open. “And that third margarita didn’t help either.” Fortunately, neither of us had to drive or else I might have had some more restraint.
    “You’re a bad influence,” he said, groaning. Good thing the pants I’d worn were a tiny bit loose on me because they fit now. Sex wasn’t happening anytime soon. Unless I could just lay there and let him do his thing.
    “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think we’re going to be, ah, doing much right now. That was poor planning on our part,” he said.
    I moaned a little, agreeing with him. “But it was totally worth it. I’m falling into a food coma as we speak.” I leaned against him and curled my feet up on the seat.
    “We brought you some tacos, Carl,” I said, stifling a yawn and holding up a takeout bag.
    “That was very thoughtful, Miss Marisol,” he said, smiling at me.
    “It was very thoughtful,” Fin said, stroking my hair. I liked that I was still allowed to touch him. That was probably going to change if we did go through with having sex. But maybe a change of scenery would help. At least all my stuff would be there.
    “You ready?” Fin said, putting his hand under my chin and tilting my face up.
    “Yeah. I’m ready.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
    Fin held my hand again as we rode the elevator up to my apartment. He trembled just a tiny bit, and I gave him a reassuring squeeze, hoping against hope that this time would be different than the last.
    “Doing okay?” I asked.
    “Yes. Fine.” Almost convincing.
    I unlocked the door, set my bag down, and slipped my shoes off. The sweet scent of fresh lilacs greeted me, and I was glad we’d come back here.
    “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I wasn’t going to suggest Scrabble again. Maybe later, when our stomachs weren’t so full.
    “Sure. You can pick.”
    “So that means I can pick the sappiest, girliest movie and you won’t say a word about it?” I wouldn’t, but I was curious to know his reaction.
    “Maybe. Depends on the movie.” I went to the cabinet where I kept my movies and scanned through. I had a good idea of what I wanted to choose, but sometimes I found movies I forgot I owned.
    “So you’d be absolutely fine with watching Dirty Dancing ?” I held up the box and waved it back and forth.
    “Are you kidding? I love Patrick Swayze. That man could dance.”
    True story. But I put the box back and picked another.
    “How about Amelie ? It’s in French, so you have to read the subtitles, but it’s such a cute movie. Or if you want to go the more intense movie route, I’ve got Cider House Rules . I’ve also got Pushing Daisies , Law & Order, and The Tudors on DVD. So really, there’s a lot of variety.”
    “ Pushing Daisies ? What’s that?”
    “Are you kidding? Only the greatest show on television that was brutally cancelled. Well, other than Firefly , but let’s not talk about that.” He shuddered at the mention of Firefly . Still a sore spot for him, too.
    “We’re totally watching it,” I said, shoving the first DVD into the player.
    “What’s it about?” Fin asked as I settled on the couch next to him.
    “I’m not going to tell you. I just want you to experience it. Soak it in. You only get to watch this show for the first time once.” I was kind of thrilled I got to be here to watch his reaction to the show. It was one of those brilliant pieces of television that had never been appreciated by the masses that begged for more shitty reality television programming. Cretins. Didn’t