The promise of 'talking' after the ice cream drew up that grin even more. Nothing like pornographic horror movies, and a little promise of porn worthy activities to put a spring in his step.
"You could probably guess. But we just talked, and had a couple of beers. Let some stuff be water under the bridge." He brought the bowl around the couch to her. Snagging one of the DVDs while leaving the others on the table in front of the couch.
Dean squatted in front of the TV and pushed the disk into the little slot. He'd been tempted to bend over for her, but decided he'd best not push his luck. "Things are good."