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I yank myself away before I cannot control my urges to drag her to the restroom and go down on her.I wonder if she has any toys? Or played with herself?I would love to see that.
Shit.
A little “eep” escapes her lips, and I definitely know she’s watching the movie now. Her small body cuddles into my bulkier one, and I cape my arm around her to pull her closer to me. We’re in recliners, and I come up with a good idea.
I set it back so I’m nearly horizontal. I scoot away from her and pat the gap next to me. I nudge my head at her to come lay with me. She’s taking too long to make up her mind, so I take the initiative. Plus, I’m super impatient when it comes to her. I drag her hand, making her body fall into the divider separating us.
“Come here,” I tell her once again.
When she stands up, something is flung at her and a high-pitched voice yells “Yo! Down in front!” at her. She ducks, but I nearly see red. I stand up in an instant and tell her to sit down.
“Which one of you fucknuts said that? Huh? Which one?” I stare at the widened beady-eyes that is regretting what was said. They all turn to one guy sitting directly behind me. “You?” He gapes at me. I’m pretty sure he’s more afraid of me than the damn movie. This kid doesn’t even look old enough to be in here. “Say that one more time to her, and I will rip your nut sack right off and shove them down your throat! Got it?” He visible gulps but doesn’t say anything. “I asked you a fucking question, kid. I expect an answer!” I bellow back and he nods rapidly.
“Who threw this shit?” I pick up a half-eaten Snickers bar in my hand and grimace at the moisture coating it. That almost hit my girl, and I expect someone to tell me who the hell had the audacity to through that at a person.
“Nick, it’s alright—” I don’t even pay attention to her kindness to give the dipshit that threw this at her a chance. Not in my books.
The rest of the row points to the kid next to the guy that told her to sit down. Being the head quarterback with impeccable aim, I launch a vicious throw back at him and hit him square in the chest, causing him to wince in pain. He sputters out popcorn, coughing it out to get some air. “You’re lucky I didn’t shove it down your throat, you little idiot. I want you both to apologize to her right now,” I lecture them.
“Sorry!” they simultaneously say in a rush, afraid I might come over to them and really give them a piece of my mind.
I plonk myself back down in my seat with Carter next to me. Her leg goes over mine and her hand on my chest. She cuddles more into me, reminding me that this is exactly what my parents do with each other on the seat at home. I kiss her forehead.
“Thank you.” She smiles up at me and I capture her lips once more.
“Nobody does that to my girl.” I wink, and she buries her own small head back into my chest. We resume watching the movie, and I can feel her grip my shirt from time to time when the music hints there’s a scary part. When it happens, she turns her head away from the screen and places it into the crook of my neck.
It then hits me square in the face. I’ve never actually felt this way about any girl before. I know I’ve been with a list of girls, but it feels so good to have her here with me right now. She feels so safe with me. I have never sat here in silence with her and just thought about the way I feel about her.
She crashed right into my life, and I can’t think of a time I was this happy before I met her. Like, truly this happy. It’s amazing to think that someone could make such a huge impact on me. Someone so quiet, simple, little, and perfect. The complete opposite of what I’m used to sleeping with.
My little one. My Carter.
She gives up on watching the movie after a while, with thirty minutes until the end to be precise. She just lay beside me, playing with the end of the strings attached to my jumper. I knew she wouldn’t watch it, but it just gave me more time to hold her. Even though she’s used to it by now, my tactic still works every time.
She would pull on a string every so often, making it get a little tighter around my neck. She knows what she is doing, she wants my attention, and I give it to her every single time. I couldn’t ignore her, it’s like kicking a puppy; you just don’t do it.
When the credits start rolling and the lights come up, we stay seated for a while. I’m trying to time when we go to the restaurant for our food perfectly. We wait until the theater is almost empty, save for a few stragglers who waited like us; mainly to make out.
“I’m never watching a scary movie ever again, with or without you,” she groans as I chuckle at her, covering her face like the picture is still reeling right in front of her.
“You didn’t even watch most of it.” I tickle her making her scream with laughter in a quiet theatre. She was too busy trying to distract herself from the whole movie, and that entertainment was by yours truly.
I did hold her pretty close to me for the entire movie. I thought she would have gotten super scared like last time. I thought she would have crawled on top of me for some comfort. That’s what I was hoping, but she’s smart. She didn’t look at the movie a whole lot.
“Did you know your pupils dilate when there is suspense? Your left arm also tenses during a chasing scene too. You also chew popcorn really loud when it gets tense.” She roams her finger across my chest. If anything, that’s distracting—very distracting.
My fingers twitch to guide her hand a little more south, but I know this is not the right time for it. She’s not that kind of girl I can coax into bed. She has told me numerous times that she’s not ready, and my mind respects that, but my body thinks differently. It wants her—I want her. Every single piece of her. I wasn’t her first kiss or her first date, but I will be the first guy to touch her like that. I will be that guy.
“You’re very observant . . . were you watching me the entire movie?” I ask her as I retreat a little to look down at her gaping stare. When I see her beam a little, I know she has a small red shade to her cheeks. It’s just a little dark in here to see properly. There’s light hovering over us, but it’s pretty low.
“Maybe,” she playfully chides back. After a moment of us playing with each other’s fingers in silence, she asks me, “Is it weird?” I snap my eyes back to hers, blue hues reflecting back to me and lit up with so much curiosity and wonder.
“Is what weird?” I ask, a little unsure of her question.
“The fact that I . . . watched you? Instead of the movie?” She sits up on her elbow, allowing the cold air in between our bodies to cool us. I don’t like the feeling. She’s pulling away, and she’s embarrassed.
“I think it’s adorable, Carter . . . I do the same with you sometimes.” I allow her to relax a little after my own confession. She gets easily embarrassed, and I want her to feel totally comfortable around me. We all do embarrassing stuff, including me. I just hope she thinks I don’t.
