"Do you think I am insane? Why would I push you away from my side?" She rolled her eyes. "You can call the psychiatric ward and sign me up if I ever say anything of the sort. I give you full authority."

  "I'll draw up a contract to bind you to your words," he said, pretending to be serious. "Do you want me to record you saying it, just in case?"

  "Here I thought you would like to record me when I come," she said coyly. She hunched over his lap and got the plate from the other side. He was blinking, stunned for a second before he regained composure.

  "Little girl, don't play with fire," he warned, his voice scratchy with need. "Anyway, most of my life is on camera, so I am not a fan of recording my private time, especially if it is with you." He was avoiding the topic of intimacy in this conversation which was fascinating to Katherine. But she understood. "But I would take videos if you want me to," he tried to say it lightly.

  "Don't worry, I am not that much of a risk-taker. I don't want my private moments splashed around the internet. Nothing is secure these days." He nodded.

  "Damn right, no one gets to see you." He pawed her thigh before taking his own plate and starting to eat again.

  "Now, no more tears. We're going to have 5 days to ourselves at the cabin and then a couple of weeks during my shooting. It's going to be amazing." Katherine nodded.

  "I just realized that I need to call my mother and tell her that I won't come home for the long weekend. She actually invited me home."

  "You should find some time to go back, actually," he suggested, pointing his fork at me. "Did you tell her about your plans?"

  "I did say things weren't working out in my favor with you. So, I need to tell her that as well, or else she will worry."

  "You told her about me?" he asked, surprised.

  "And you told your parents about me." She actually felt very happy about that. Though they had just started to date, the fact that their parents knew was a positive sign that both of them took this seriously.

  "I am going to have to explain that I am going on a vacation with you and living in your hotel room." She contemplated. "Oh, it is going to take a lot of convincing, actually. My mother will still be okay with it, but my dad is protective. He still thinks that I am a little girl and that all the boys are out to get me."

  "You're lucky your dad thinks that way," he commented. The movie was going on in the background but neither of them took notice of it.

  "He also thinks that men and women should live separately and abstain before marriage." His fork stopped mid-air and he looked at her incredulously. "I'm not kidding." He looked thoughtful for a moment.

  "I was going to suggest that we bring him along with us for the trips but then I realized I would have to sneak into your room after he fell asleep." Katherine snickered at the image. "That would not be fun. And I know dads have superpowers so we would never succeed." The conviction with which he was thinking it through was too endearing for him.

  "At least my dad doesn't own a gun."

  "Well, he would need to fly out to the city, and guns aren't allowed on planes anyway." He shrugged.

  "He could have taken a train. They don't check for guns." He looked startled.

  "Seriously?" he asked. She nodded vehemently.

  "This just shows you have never been on a train before." She scoffed.

  "Well, I wouldn't be traveling on the train with a gun, to begin with." He paused and glared at her. "You are distracting me from the crux of the matter. I will not invite your father to our getaway at the mountains."

  "Don't worry, I'll just talk to them and let them know I have been living away from them too long and my virtues have been gone for too long." He chuckled.

  "I could talk to him too, you know……" He trailed off. Katherine gave him a look.

  "And what would you tell him, 'Hey Mr. Austen, I promise not to put my p.e.n.i.s in your daughter's v.a.g.i.n.a. I just want to hold her hand and watch the stars.'" She even mimicked his voice. Cage had to admit, it was a good attempt.

  "Hey!" he protested. "How do you know that is not what I want? I want to hold your hand and watch the stars……" he grumbled.

  "Sure, while you are screwing my brains out," Katherine scoffed.

  "True," he admitted. "I wouldn't want to make any promises I can't keep. That will just lower my credibility in front of your father. But I am good with parents. I have a likable face." Cage smiled at her as if to show her exactly what he meant.

  "You may have a likable face, but you would be going as my boyfriend. There is no way he would like you." He rolled his eyes. He looked too confident of himself.

  "My mom would totally like you. I saw a couple of your movies with her and she thinks you have the voice and body right. She would approve as long as you brought your physical appearance to the table. But then again, you are good to me, too. She would totally approve." Katherine slurped on a spaghetti. "My dad, though……"

  "He must have seen my movies too, right?" he asked. Katherine's dad liked old action movies with zero physics application so, Cage's movies were probably not what he enjoyed.

  "Probably not. He might have heard your name from my mouth, but he ignores almost everything we say, so I wouldn't hope for much." Cage cursed under his breath. "How does it feel to be a common man meeting his girlfriend's parents?" She asked slyly.

  "It is still a long shot. We will do it when the time comes!"