Page 57 of Under the Texas Sky
“Water is fine,” he says. His eyebrows furrow and his nose scrunches as he stares at the TV where the movie is waiting on the play screen. “Since when do you like horror movies?”
I can’t hold back my chuckle at his incredulous tone. “Just recently, I think. I like how they make my heart beat faster and they have me on the edge of my seat.”
He nods hesitantly, but seems appeased with my answer.
I leave him on the couch, and take two bottles of water out of the fridge for us. Then I grab a bag of pre-popped popcorn from my cabinet. What’s a movie without popcorn?
Handing him the bottle, I put the snack bag in between us. “Do you want to watch it with me? Or do you have other plans?”Please, please, don’t have other plans. Please stay with me.
“My plans for the night fell through, so I guess I can stay and watch it with you.”
That feels like a pity agreement rather than him actually wanting to stay, and my heart drops.
“Oh.” I wave my hand, trying to come off nonchalant, and failing miserably. “You can go. I don’t want to hold you up.” Because it would be embarrassing to fall at his feet and beg him to stay with me, to love me and not ever leave me again when he might not feel the same.
“No, it’s fine. Being here with you is better than anything else I had planned.”
Well, fuck me. Okay. Those words shouldn’t hit me as hard as they do, and I have to breathe deeply to hold back the very manly squeal that wants to be let loose. Hewantsto be here, with me.
Have I hit my head? Am I hallucinating? Or a dream?
Whatever scenario it is, I hope it never ends.
“Okay, are you good with a horror movie? If not, I have some… old movies.” I trail off awkwardly, because the old movies are action movies that we used to watch in the first apartment we lived in together. Crammed together on our small twin size bed in front of the TV, since we didn’t have enough money for a real couch or a bed frame. But we did the best we could, and some of my favorite nights were the ones we spent wrapped in each other’s arms while watching over the top fist fights between good and evil.
“You already got the movie, and I know you have to return it tomorrow. But I swear to god, if you make fun of me for being scared, I’ll be mad at you,” Kian says.
I hold out my pinky to him, like I did that day in his bedroom promising him I would always be there for him. A pinky promise between two people is one of the most sacred of promises. He lifts his hand up and twines his finger around mine.
A zing goes into my finger and deep into me. The feeling causes a shiver to rake down my spine. Just like when I accidentally tackled him outside, I got too excited at seeing him walking away and I forgot that we aren't the same as we were. I don't have the right to touch him as freely as I did. But the feeling of him pressed against me in any way does something to my body. It reminds me of all the times we’ve been connected in one way or another. My dick gives a pitiful throb behind the zipper of my jeans. It’s been a while since I've seen any action, and it’s makingme a little desperate. I had issues with Hunter, but it seems like those are no longer a problem when I'm around Kian.
“Deal,” I tell him.
Every jump scare in the movie sends Kian a little bit closer to me. In the past five minutes, his body went from completely pressed up against mine, to his left leg hooked over my lap. Now half of his ass is in my lap while he covers his eyes with his arm.
“Tell me when it’s over, please. I can’t watch.”
I can’t resist the urge to wrap my arm around his shoulder and tug him into me. He comes willingly, nuzzling the side of his face against my neck. His warm breath caresses my skin, and the partial hard-on I’ve been sporting all night goes full mast. It’s tucked into the waist of my jeans, so it’s uncomfortable, but there’s less chance of Kian feeling it and freaking out on me.
“Is it done?” he whispers, and his lips ghost against the pulse point in my neck. I breathe in a choppy breath.
“Not yet, Freckles.” My voice cracks as the nickname slips out of me like second nature, but I refuse to take it back.
“Why did you think this was a good idea? I’ve never been a fan of scary movies.”
“I’ve watched this one twice. It’s entertaining, and it doesn’t require too much focus to know what’s going on.” Which is perfect for tonight, because the only thing I’ve been able to focus on is Kian.
Kian and his blond, curly hair. Kian and his bright green eyes that are framed by those dark eyelashes I love to stare at. Kianand the smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Just Kian.
He caught me staring a time or two, but never said anything, so I never stopped. How could I? I want to take in every detail of him while I have him here. Before he dissapears. The septum ring from his pictures is tucked up in his nose, so I didn’t see it at first. Now all I want to do is look at it while he’s on top of me.
My pulse is thundering as his mouth presses against my skin.
Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
