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    “You’ll find out soon enough,” he says, sweeping his blond locks back with his hand. He gets up, and takes our empty plates to the kitchen.
    “Do you want me to help you wash up?” I suppose I should at least offer to help after he cooked such a delicious meal.
    “Not unless you have a dying urge to.”
    I smile at Jon. “Mmm. No then.”
    Jon laughs out loud, and shakes his head.
    We move into the lounge room, and I slip off my shoes. My skin prickles with the change in temperature. It’s much cooler in here. I sit on the left side of the small couch—the only couch—and curl my legs under me. I drag the blanket that is draped on the back of the couch over, and cover my legs and bare feet. Jon sets up the DVD, turns off the lights, and moves towards me. The light from the kitchen and the TV, is just enough to prevent us from being in complete darkness.
    “Are you cold?” Jon asks.
    Ah, hello? Yes!
    “Yeah, but I’ll be fine, I’ve got this.” I rub my hand over the blanket.
    “You planning on sharing that?”
    “I guess I have to, otherwise you might not share dessert.” I smirk at him, and move the pillows to get comfy. I begrudgingly offer half the blanket. His warm hand brushes my icy toes as he shuffles under.
    “Jesus Christ, Eevie. Your feet are freezing,” he says, squeezing my toes in his hands.
    I withdraw them slightly. “Shut up. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by wearing my crazy bed socks, but I didn’t think I’d be facing blizzard conditions,” I say.
    Jon chuckles, and leans back onto his side of the couch. Nuzzling his warm feet over mine, he straightens the blanket over us. I sit there like we’re playing musical statues, and freeze. But I’m the only one playing. This game of footsies he wants to engage in is a bit too friendly.
    “Just let my feet warm you up,” he says, as if sensing my hesitation. He pulls my feet closer to his.
    Loud noise blares from the TV as the movie trailers come on, and we both jump. I giggle with relief, grateful for the distraction from our close proximity. Mmm, maybe it’s cold in here on purpose . Would Jon fail to put the heater on so I’m forced to get closer?
    The movie starts, and it’s not what I am expecting. It looks like a romantic comedy. Or is it a chick flick? What? I glare at Jon and he shrugs his shoulders.
    The film starts off with two friends in University. Enter boy and girl. How original. They’re good friends, until the girl leaves to go interstate to start her career. Once she’s gone, the boy realises how he feels about her …
    Oh God. I don’t like where this is going.
    I need a distraction. I don’t know whether I can watch this.
    “How ’bout that dessert?” I ask, kicking Jon’s toes with my now warm feet.
    “Good idea. You stay here.”
    He gets up, and deliberately tucks the blanket over my toes. Smart arse. As he exits the room, I exhale deeply. Was I holding my breath all this time?
    “Do you want me to stop the movie?” I yell.
    “Nah, won’t be long.”
    The cutlery drawer rattles, and moments later he returns with a small bowl in each hand. He passes me one, and settles back into the couch. He positions his body so he’s more facing me than the TV, and edges his feet closer up my legs.
    Ignore it. It’s nothing.
    “This is heavenly,” I say as the silky-smooth chocolate glides over my tongue. God, this is good . “Are you sure you made it yourself?”
    “Yes I did, thank you very much.” He frowns, and places his hand over his heart. “Although, I wouldn’t make it for just anyone, you know.” His frown turns to a shy smile. Oh.
    I clear the lump that just magically appeared in my throat. “Well, thanks … job well done,” I say in a deeper voice.
    We sit in silence while we eat our mousse, not paying much attention to the movie. Even though I’m uncomfortable, I don’t want to move around. We’re touching enough as it is.
    “Did you get my flowers?” Jon asks