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glasses and puts them on. “The lenses are just glass,” he says, tapping one with a finger. “What do you think?”
    “When you said we’d be going in costume, I guess I expected something a little more … interesting.”
    Brian laughs again. He has a great laugh. “Well, I figured I’d go easy on you since it’s your first time. Virgins aren’t expected to dress up, but it’s more fun if you do.”
    I quirk an eyebrow at that last bit. “Virgins?”
    “You know. People who haven’t experienced Rocky Horror before. Since you’ve never even seen the movie, it’ll be a whole new experience. Believe me, there will be people in far more ‘interesting’ costumes there. But we’re going as Brad and Janet. I thought you’d be more comfortable in that outfit than some of the other options, especially since you don’t know anything about the characters.”
    “That was crazy,” I say as Brian drives me home at two in the morning.
    Brian looks over at me and flashes me a grin. “Did you have fun, though?”
    I grin right back at him. “I did. That was fun.”
    Now, in his car, I’m still picking rice out of my hair and hidden folds in my dress.
    “I’ve never been to a movie with so much audience participation. Throwing toast and rice and everything. How many times have you gone to one of these?”
    “Once or twice,” he says. “I think it’s fun, but I’m not as into it as some people are.”
    “Who do you usually dress up as?”
    He laughs at that. “Why? Are you imagining me in a corset or tiny gold shorts?”
    “Maybe. Have you ever worn them?”
    “No. I’m not that brave.”
    Brian reaches over and places his hand over mine where it sits on my leg. I turn my hand palm up, and he threads his fingers through mine.
    He’s been holding my hand off and on all night. In the theater, he sat with his arm around me. Just casual touches, nothing too forward. But I feel my pulse speeding up each time he initiates something. Holding my hand, guiding me through a door with his hand in the small of my back, his arm around me as he sits next to me.
    We ride the rest of the way to my apartment in comfortable silence, just holding hands.
    He walks me to my door again, and gives me another kiss before I can even get my keys out.
    “I’m glad you came with me.” His voice is soft, his face still close enough to mine that I can feel his breath on my lips.
    “Me too.” I fish my keys out and start to unlock my door.
    “It’s late. You probably want to go in and go to bed.”
    I shake my head. “No, come in. It’ll take me a while to wind down and be able to sleep. I’d like the company.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah. I’ve had fun tonight. I’m not ready for it to end yet. Stay for a while.”
    Brian follows me inside. Once I close the door, he pulls me in close and gives me another kiss. This one is more demanding, more forceful. I feel his tongue slide along my lower lip, seeking entrance. I open a little and that’s all the encouragement he needs. He tilts his head for a better angle and deepens the kiss.
    I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hang on, enjoying the sensation of his hands on my hips, pulling my body against his. He breaks off the kiss and looks down into my face. Then he kisses me again, this time enjoying a more leisurely taste.
    When that kiss ends I step back a little and try to catch my breath. Brian is still holding onto my hips, but there’s some space between us now.
    I take another step back, breaking contact. “I’m going to go change into my own clothes. Feel free to help yourself to a drink if you want.”
    I come back out of my room in lounge pants and a comfortable tank top. “Here’s the costume.” I put it back in the bag he brought it over in and hold it up so he can see.
    “Keep it. I got it for you.” He’s gotten himself a Mike’s Hard Lemonade out of the fridge that was left over from the last time Amy and I had a movie night. I grab one for