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They'd left Teaville and were driving on a four lane country highway.  All she could see on either side of the truck were wheat fields.  "So much wheat," she finally said.
    He laughed.  "We're in farm country in Kansas.  Of course there's wheat."
    When he parked in front of the theater, she put her hand on the door handle.  They'd said little to one another the entire drive.  "Wait," he said.  "There's something I need to say before we go in."
    She looked at him. "What's that?"
    "I'm really sorry.  I never should have said that about the books you read.  I've never read one, so I don't have the right to have an opinion on them."
    Samara nodded.  "Thanks for admitting that.  They're not all smut or trash, you know."
    "I don't think you'd read them if they were."
    She got out of the car, feeling slightly better, thanks to his apology.  She wished he'd apologize for the whole "no sex" agenda, but she knew that would be pushing it.
    The theater had regular theater seats, but a long table in front of each row to use for their food.  Samara preferred books to movies, so when it was time to watch one, it always felt better if she could accomplish something else while she watched it.  Eating had to be done anyway. 
    Once they were seated, she read through the menu and chose what she wanted, and then pulled out her Kindle to read through the previews and advertisements at the beginning.
    After the waiter took their orders, she immediately picked up her Kindle again.  Watching her, Henry wondered if she was reading because she was angry with him, or if it was just because it's what she did.
    After the movie was over, he took her hand in his as they walked to the parking lot.  She looked at him in surprise.  "Keeping up appearances?" she asked.
    "No.  I'm on a date with a beautiful woman.  I want to hold your hand.  Is that so awful?"
    She shrugged.  It was so strange to her that he wanted to hold her hand, but he didn't want to make love.  They were married.  Maybe this was his way of getting to know her better?
    While they drove home, they talked about the movie. Samara would have preferred to read some more, but she didn't want to come across as rude on their first day of marriage.  Maybe in a week.
    "I loved the scene at the restaurant where they kissed for the first time," she told him.
    "You did?  The kiss didn't seem weird to you?"
    "Why would it seem weird?"
    "Well, they were on a blind date, and he kissed her for the first time within an hour of meeting her, in a public place.  I think first kisses are for dark doorways as you say goodnight.  Or in a car."
    Samara frowned.  "Our first kiss was in front of a church full of people."
    "That's different."
    "Why?  I'm not being rude, but I really don't understand."
    Henry shrugged.  "Because we kissed as part of a ceremony, and we didn't get all weird and use tongue in front of people or anything.  They did."
    "Nah. I read the actors hated each other when they were shooting that movie."
    "Well, it looked like a very intimate, private moment that they had in front of everyone.  Besides, I don't think people should kiss until the fourth or fifth date.  A man needs to know he has real feelings for a woman before they ever kiss."
    It was as if a light bulb went off in Samara's head.  "Is that why you think we should wait?  You think we need to be sure we have real feelings for each other first?  And it's not just lust?"  Even when she'd been angry with him earlier, every time he spoke she wanted to jump his bones.  He truly could turn her on with just a few words.  It was going to be a long few months if she couldn't convince him to change his mind.
    "That's a lot of it.  I don't think God wants us to just run around having sex with people we barely know."
    She nodded slowly.  "So you don't think people in arranged marriages should have sex until they've known each other for a long time?  There were even some arranged marriages in the