Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Thanks,” I reply, trying to sound nonchalant as if I didn’t spend the morning scrambling to make it look like it wasn’t decorated by a tornado. “I cleaned just for you.”
She laughs and the musical sound sets everything right with the world. “I feel honored,” she teases, and I find myself admiring the way she looks so effortlessly stunning. Her sweater and leggings hug her soft curves perfectly, giving me a small hint at the gorgeous woman beneath.
“Can I take your coat?” I offer, and she hands over her jacket. When her soft skin brushes against mine, a shockwave of desire hits me like a freight train.
“Thank you.” She smiles, and I lose the fight to hold back. Leaning over, I kiss her sweet lips and feel her melt against me. Fireworks blast off behind my closed eyelids as I drag her closer.
My cock wakes the fuck up and I go from zero to sixty instantly. I don’t want to screw this up, so I pull back and lay my forehead against hers. “Are you ready for dinner and a movie?”
“Yes.” She glances up and stares into my eyes. “I’m starving.”
“Have a seat and I’ll grab the pizza out of the oven.” I rush to the kitchen and splash cold water on my face to cool my jets a little bit before returning with the boxes of pizza and plates. “Dig in,” I say, flipping open both box lids. “I didn’t know what kind you like, so I ordered supreme and plain old pepperoni.”
“Perfect.” She grins, grabbing a slice of pepperoni. “Pepperoni is my favorite.” I file that little tidbit of information away as we settle onto the couch like it’s the most natural thing on Earth. “So, what movie are we watching?” she asks between bites.
“Heard there’s a new scary movie everyone’s talking about,” I suggest casually. Truth be told, I’m not totally sold on the spooky stuff, but if it means she has an excuse to sit close to me, I’ll take it.
She raises an eyebrow. “Do I sense an ulterior motive?”
“Who, me?” I say with mock innocence. “I just figured you’d sit close and hold my hand so I don’t get too scared.”
She chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay close and protect you.”
“Promise?” I ask, as if trying to seal some kind of pact. The playful glint in her eyes warms my heart.
“Of course,” she says. Her smile might be teasing, but there’s warmth there, honest enough to make my insides flutter.
With the pizza sufficiently demolished, we head to the home theater in the back of my house. “Wow.” She glances around the room, her eyes wide. A massive screen dominates the back wall, surrounded by acoustic panels thoughtfully placed to enhance sound quality. The room's lighting is adjustable, with soft dimmable sconces edging the walls. Sleek black recliners are arranged in carefully tiered rows. “This is so fancy.”
“I love to relax in front of the TV,” I shrug, “so I built a relaxing theater for myself.”
“I like it.” The movie starts, and the first ten minutes are all about setting up the scary bits that’ll jump out later. My attention, however, is divided. It’s hard to focus on the impending doom on the screen when Remi’s right here, snuggled against my side. The scent of her vanilla-scented shampoo wafts each time she shifts a little, bringing with it a throbbing ache in my cock.
Her legs are tucked up beside her, and I make a mental note of how perfect this moment is. Her head tilts toward me slightly, and yeah, my plan is definitely working when she latches onto my arm with an “Eep!” at a particularly intense scene. I pretend to be brave, but I’m not above pretending to be a little more scared than I am if it means she stays just like this.
“See?” I murmur softly, “I told you I’d need your bravery.”
“You big baby.” She laughs, though she doesn’t loosen her grip. “If anything jumps out, I’ll be right here.”
The horror movie does its best to create tension, but all I can think about is how close Remi is, nestled comfortably by my side.
Remi’s gaze is fixed on the screen, her eyes widening at each jump scare, but I’m distracted by the way her laugh dances through the air during the film’s awkward attempts at comic relief.
As another dramatic chase scene unfolds onscreen, my attention drifts entirely to her, tracing the outline of her face with my eyes. Her features are highlighted by the dim glow, and I can’t help but notice the way her lips part slightly in anticipation. The movie soundtrack swells, heightening the tension, but it’s nothing compared to the urge to kiss her.
“Piers,” Remi whispers, catching me off guard. There’s a teasing edge in her tone as she asks, “You’re not scared, are you?”