None of that doubt and insecurity that I saw in Prague lingered in her eyes. There was just love and trust, a willingness to accept everything I said to her. I was so unworthy of her, but she chose me anyway. Deciding that that was enough for me, I let it go and finally picked up my cutlery again to eat.
Despite her claims of wanting to get me into the sack after dinner, she took my hand and sat me down to a movie on the couch instead.
"Are you going to spoil another movie for me?" I asked her as she laid her head down in my lap.
"You know this one already. No danger of that," she said, pressing play to The Dark Knight, one of our comfort movies.
She found a way to piss me off anyway, talking throughout the movie, reciting every line verbatim.
"You're so fucking annoying," I said, tickling her sides halfway through so she would shut up.
"Stop, please stop," she said, her laughter filling every corner of the room.
