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When Abby read the page Jake had opened the book to, she quickly realized that he had understood her casual remark, after all.

"Why didn't you tell me?" repeated Jake.

"I didn't want you to think I was pressuring you," she confessed.

"That's why you wanted the movie and the cuddling this evening, isn't it," he deduced. "So I would think that intimacy was my idea and you could seduce me. Actually," he confessed with a smile, "I don't mind that part so much, but, Abby, I don't like to be tricked into it."

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't know how to tell you. I'm not trying to coerce you against your will," she insisted.

"And I suppose," chuckled Jake, "that by the time you were done with me this evening, I could easily go to my room, alone."

Abby winced.

"Are you angry?" she wondered.

"That's a silly question," smiled Jake. "How could I ever be angry with you?" He opened his arms and let Abby embrace him, but when Jake was unable to draw her any closer, he looked down at Abby's belly and laughed out loud.

"I know," she whimpered, "I'm getting big."

"There's more than one way to hug my girl," breathed Jake, turning her about, and wrapping his arms around her from behind. "There's something I need to ask you," said Jake. "It's important, so brace yourself," he playfully warned her.

"What is it?" she wondered.

"Could I pick the movie?"

While Abby retrieved the large, warm comforter from off her bed, Jake popped a video cassette into the player. Upon hearing the opening music score to an old classic movie, she groaned.

"I should have known," complained Abby, "one of those sappy love stories."

"What's the matter with you?" he smiled, sitting down on the couch and wrapping them both with the blanket as Abby snuggled against him. "Don't you have a romantic bone in your body?" Jake ran a finger up her arm, and Abby suddenly giggled.

"Jake, stop it!" she laughed. "That tickles!"

"Does it?" he teased.

"Now, Jake..." Abby nervously giggled, as his hands disappeared beneath the blanket. Soon, she was laughing so hard that her eyes began to tear. "Oh, stop!" she gasped, as Jake took advantage of this newfound weakness.

"This is for not liking my movie," he laughed, "and this is for thinking you could wrap me around your little finger!"

Then Jake kissed her, and while the onscreen heroine discovered that she loved the hero, Jake and Abby discovered each other under the blanket on the living room sofa. Once more, I ask that your imaginations go no further.

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