Chapter 8
Day 11-Evening
I spent an hour preparing and explaining exactly what I was doing to Denner’s mom.
She’d smiled approvingly and said, “I’m glad you’re treating my boy right.”
I wasn’t embarrassed. I just smiled and nodded.
I covered the living room in thick blankets and bullied an ancient radio into playing background music.
I turned on the TV and searched up D&D themed movies.
The front door opened just as I finished.
“Whoa,” Denner whispered as he stepped into the room.
I gave him an exaggerated bow.
He gave me a brief hug, then settled down with the only popcorn bowl to watch the TV.
“Hey, I made that popcorn for myself!” I complained.
Denner shrugged. “Your name wasn’t on it. Plus, I love popcorn.”
His eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of butter. “Especially if it’s made with love.”
I glared at him, but the effect was lost. His eyes were still closed.
The glare could not withstand how cute he looked.
Denner obviously could tell, as he smirked.
The glare returned.
Several hours passed. Denner fell asleep, eyelashes fluttering.
I kissed his forehead.
“Gute Nacht, Schatz,” I whispered. My accent was terrible, and Mortiz would’ve died from it, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Denner, popcorn bowl still in his lap, mostly empty, his fingers glossy with butter.
