He called me one night after he got off work and said "Wanna see a movie tonight?"
"Would love to," I said, "tell me where to meet you."
So he told me, and I met him there, and after he bought our tickets, I realized it was one of those theaters for 21 and over. We ordered drinks and a couple of appetizers and got comfortable to watch the movie. As we sat and watched the movie, he reached over and took my hand, rubbing his thumb along the inside of my palm, sending chills up my arm. This was hardly the first time we had been out, in fact had pretty much been together since I left my ex, but, man, he could still send shivers up my spine.
After the movie was over he asked what I wanted to do. I told him I was up for anything.
"Wanna take a ride?"
"Sounds great. My car or yours?"
"Mine. I know where I wanna go."
So we hopped in his car and he drove me around, while we listened to music and talked about how we wished we could live in some of the very affluent neighborhoods were driving through. As we came to a corner, he pulled in front of a house and said "Hop out."
We got out of the car, and locking up tight, he came around and took my hand, and led me across the street, where there was a park. We walked for a little while hand in hand, through the beautiful night, looking at the stars.
After a little while, he led me off the path and through the grass. As we were walking I asked him, "Where we going?"
"You'll see," he says, with a little grin. I just shake my head a little and decided to let him have his fun.