Page 22 of Undeniably

Before I can answer, an arm falls around my shoulder.

“Hey, Yates. Thanks for keeping my date company. Sorry I’m late, babe.” Wayland leans in and kisses my cheek, but I pull away quickly.

“Yeah. No problem.” Keaton laughs. “Later,babe.”

“Let’s get in line to get snacks before the movie.” Wayland pulls me inside, handing our tickets to the teenage attendant. After he gets most of the standard snacks, he leads me to seats up front. “This is the best place to watch a movie. You feel like you’re in it.”

I give him a tight smile as my stomach churns. Keaton was right about me hating horror films. Now I’m stuck right up front with a douchebag that smells like a unicorn fart. Seriously, the guy has got to have stock in the cologne company or something with the amount he must have poured on himself before our date.

I glance over my shoulder, wishing I were sitting in the back. My neck is bound to be aching by the end of the movie. My eyes catch movement as I go to turn back around. It’s Keaton, with the girl from before whispering in his ear. A pinch of something akin to jealousy hits me out of nowhere, but I push it down.

Stop it, Morgan. Get it together.

Keaton meets my eye, then smirks like he knows what I’m thinking.

I turn around quickly and settle in. Rachel takes the seat on the other side of me as the previews start. Not even through the first one, she’s already lip locked with her date.

“Want some?” The hot breath in my ear makes me shrink away. He’s tipping the popcorn container towards me.

“No thanks,” I whisper back.

Wayland shrugs and digs his hand back into the popcorn bowl, shoving it in his mouth. It’s not until the movie starts that I realize what a mistake this is.

Wayland, done with his snack, puts one arm around my shoulders. I try to shake him off, but he’s relentless. I’m about to tell him to move it when his other hand reaches over and grabs my leg, turning me towards him.

I resist the urge to gag as all I smell is the mix of his cologne with popcorn, causing my stomach to churn.

“How about we forget the movie and make out?”

“No thanks,” I whisper, trying to turn back to the movie.

He doesn’t take the hint though. He moves in closer and kisses my cheek before trailing his lips back towards my ear.

I jump up, much to the dismay of the people behind me.

“Sorry. Going to the restroom.” I don’t wait for Wayland to respond. Instead, I hustle to the bathroom, just in case he follows.

I wait about five minutes before I finally decide it should be safe to leave. He hasn’t come to check on me yet, so I hope I’m in the clear. Leaving the bathroom, I’m looking right, towards the theater, while turning left. I slam right into a body and almost scream.

A hand comes over my mouth as an arm pulls me closer. “Shh. It’s me,” Keaton’s rich voice whispers.

I let my forehead rest on his chest as my mind takes in his scent—leather and sandalwood. Keaton smells like heaven.

I take a minute to catch my breath as his arm holds me to him and his other hand smooths my hair.

When I pull back to look at him, he has a sly smile on his face. “You okay now?”

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumble, uncomfortable with the electricity running through my veins at his touch. I step back from him, missing his warmth immediately. “I should go.”

“Go where? The movie just started.”

I shrug. “Not really feeling it.”

His eyes find something over my shoulder as he pushes me back in the restroom, following behind me.

“What are you doing?” I hiss. “You can’t be in here.”

“Shh.”

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