Chapter 55: Movie Night

Sarra's POV

"This is terrible," I said, taking another bite of our lumpy pasta.

"The worst," Ronan agreed, twirling another forkful.

"But somehow also kind of good?"

"That's the power of low expectations."

We finished eating on my floor, the bottle of wine half-empty between us. My apartment felt warmer somehow, less lonely with him here filling the space with his presence and terrible cooking skills.

"We should clean up," I said, even though I didn't want to move.

"Probably."

Neither of us moved for another minute. Then Ronan stood and offered me his hand. I took it, letting him pull me up, and we headed to the kitchen.

We worked in comfortable silence, me washing, him drying with the same sad dish towel from this morning. Our arms brushed as we moved around each other in the tiny space, and every touch sent little sparks through me.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asked, hanging up the towel.

I hesitated. He should probably leave. We'd had breakfast, we'd had dinner, we'd laughed and ma