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Rorik let out a soft sound of contentment as he pressed his face to the crook of my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, which was cooled by the air conditioning. My arm wrapped around his broad shoulders in our classic bedtime pose. I loved how big he was, but I think he liked pretending to be smaller sometimes. Either way, I was just happy to cuddle.

“Did you like the movie?” I asked after putting the laptop away.

“Mm. Yeah. This one was funny, but sweet, too. I liked the girls’ friendship and the makeover part.” Rorik’s brow furrowed in that adorable way it always did. “Although I still don’t understand what a lawyer does.”

“A lot of paperwork, apparently,” I joked.

“Glad I don’t have to do that,” Rorik mumbled, running his nose along the length of my neck so gently it made me shiver. “No paperwork. No battle training. Instead I get to indulge in my every desire. Food. Sex. Love.”

I grinned. “What else is there?”

“A warm mate to snuggle with in a cold room.” Rorik shuffled closer, burying his face in my neck. I stroked his upper arm in response.

“True. Can’t forget that one.”

“And movies.”

My heart skipped a beat. I loved that he’d mentioned my hoard. “Duh.”

Rorik lifted his head to catch my gaze. His short-cropped hair had grown a bit longer since arriving here. I ran my fingers through it, then cupped his cheek. His stubble tickled my palm.

“I forgot one important thing,” Rorik murmured. He placed a hand on my chest and traced down towards my belly. My skin tingled at his naughty touch.

As my pulse quickened, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. “What’s that?”

He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, and whispered, “Popcorn.”

I burst out laughing. Rorik pulled back with a cheerful grin.

“Okay, but you’re not wrong. Popcorn is better than sex.” I paused, thinking about how good sex was with my mate. “Wait, no, a little lower on the list, but almost that good.”

Rorik arched a brow, amused. “So, you’re saying eating popcorn during sex would be the best thing ever?”

I considered this, then nodded seriously. “Yeah, pretty much. Add a movie in the background and that’s perfection.”

Rorik’s wayward hand drifted lower until it teased the waistband of my boxer-briefs. “We’ve got a babysitter tonight. We could make it a reality,” he suggested, pale lashes fluttering as he peered suggestively up at me.

A thrill shot down my spine. I threw off the covers.

“I’ll grab the DVD, you make the popcorn?” I asked.

Rorik had already leapt to his feet and scrambled into a pair of sweatpants to appear decent for his kitchen excursion. “Done.”

We met at the door, exchanged a perfectly synchronized kiss, then dashed off to prepare for our big night. As our warm lips connected, my heart had never felt more full of love.

I finally had my perfect movie ending.

THE END