Chapter 23
An hour and a half later, Maggie and I are watching a romcom on her TV. Her feet are in my lap, covered by a throw blanket and Archie is curled up next to her, his nose by her face. As soon as I ate my breakfast sandwich, I suggested we watch a movie, but Maggie wanted to come to my house.
I’ve been so paranoid that she would find the ring hidden in my bathroom that I told her I’d go pick up Archie and hang out at her place instead. I may have claimed my living room was messy and not up to her standards, which is a blatant lie.
Her living room space is smaller than mine, the floor not as open, but there’s a certain cozyness about it.
Her couches are covered in pillows and blankets, making the place seem like a home.
She’s got a variety of knick-knacks and candles above the fireplace and her TV is backlit by LEDs.
At the moment, they’re a soft green color.
“So—” I say, trailing off when she glares at me. I pause the movie first, and try again. “So, about the doubles thing, I know I was excited earlier and pressured you into saying yes, but if you don’t feel comfortable with it, we don’t have to do it.”
Maggie studies me for a moment and moves her toes around in my lap. I smile down at them and capture them in both my hands, kneading the arches of her feet.
“I think I’d like to try it,” she says.
I grin and tackle her in a hug, spooking Archie in the process. He huffs and moves to the dog bed in the corner of the room and I resume the movie with my head in Maggie’s lap.
“Thank you,” I say, closing my eyes against the feel of her hands running through my hair.