Page 81 of Knot My MC
“Don’t be dramatic, Kiki.”
She growls but it’s half-hearted as she fully relaxes and lets me carry her into the living room without another protest. That’s what I thought.
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We binged all the available episodes of the dragon show. Kiki wasn’t ready for bed, so I pick some random suspense flick and half-way through, Kiki falls asleep. Her soft snores are adorable and I’m more than a little smug that she fell asleep resting against me. I had to move once to get comfortable, but she didn’t even notice. How long has it been since she had a good sleep?
Knox keeps shooting salty looks in my direction. Jag is fully absorbed in the plot, so much so that when I ask for the bowl of popcorn he rudely shushes me. He always gets like this when the TV is on. He hates spoilers.
“I’m only asking for the snack,” I whisper.
“This is the good part.” He shoves the bowl in my direction, not taking his eyes off the screen as a new plot twist is revealed.
Taking it, I gently rest it against Kiki’s arm and use my other hand to grab a handful of popcorn.
The obnoxious actor tries to come across as shocked but he ends up looking half-constipated. This is what happens when streaming channels try to make their own movies. Sometimes they’re good… other times they suck.
The main character is in a car now, racing into the danger and not away from it.
“Come on, dude. You know you’re only going to die,” Knox mutters.
“Quiet,” Jag grunts.
When the camera pans to the side, zooming in on the driver’s face, Knox groans.
“Ten bucks says he’s about to crash.”
“I’m not taking that bet.” I shake my head.
“Will you—” As predicted, a big truck T-bones the main character’s car. “Goddammit.” Jag grabs the remote and turns the movie off.
“Hey, man, what the hell?” Knox is doing a shit job of hiding his grin.
“You both suck. It was actually a good story.”
“Yeah, but the acting sucked.” I toss another piece of popcorn into my mouth. “What’s the point of a suspense movie if you already know what’s going to happen?”
His gaze cuts to me. “That’s practically the entire point, dumbass.”
“Fuck you.”
“Stop fighting,” Kiki murmurs against my chest, fingers gripping my shirt as she yawns. “Is the movie over?”
“No. These guys ruined it.”
“Spoilers?” Kiki guesses.
“Yeah.” Jag sighs and sits back, resting his arm on the top of the couch. “Should we pick something else?”
“Maybe.” Kiki pats my chest, thanking me for providing a warm place to sleep, and sits. “Or we could—”
Something thuds against the front door, making it rattle. Kiki jumps up and races to the front door. We’re all out of our seats in the next instant, chasing after her.
“You’re not going to say anything about her racing into danger?” Jag bites the question out.
“Chill, dude. It was a shitty movie.” Knox lightly shoves him.
“I was enjoying it.”
