"You fool. When you talk back like that, it makes me want to do things to you. Things you're not probably ready for yet."
And then she had the freaking nerve to eye me down there!
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Lucille's bedroom had a medium sized living room attached to it, with a plushy couch and a huge wall TV.
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Damn. She's filthy rich.
I went there and she was already ready with chips, popcorn and cans of coke.
Noting my arrival, she waved me over to sit next to her which I did, feeling giddy.
Last time when we had a movie night at my place, we weren't a couple. We couldn't do what couples do during movie nights.
Nate and Maria put us quite on the edge that time with their little mementos.
A tiny part in me hoped for something like that tonight. Maybe if Lucille's mood isn't too bad.
"What do you wanna watch?" She asked while surfing through Netflix.
"Anything you like. I'm fine with it."
"Something horror?" She quirked a brow, grinning mischievously at me.
I scowled, pouting a little with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Oh come on," She nudged my shoulder with hers, still grinning. "Horror movies give you chances to hold hands or cuddle." She winked.
I continued to pout but my façade faltered cause of the heat rising to my cheeks up to the tip of my ears.
She sure knew how to push my buttons.
"Pfft. Lame." I scoffed.
"Oh yeah?" Her eyes turned dark again, making me shiver. "Fine then. We'll watch a horror movie and you're not allowed to touch me. If you do, you're not touching me for the next month."
My mouth fell open.
What the freaking hell?
My heart lurched at the thought of a plausible future without being able to touch Lucille.
"L-Lu- why are you like this?" I almost whined.
She turned her gaze to the TV and kept smirking. She clicked on The Conjuring and began eating chips without even sparing me a glance.
My whole mood was ruined.
Why did I have to be a smart-ass? Why couldn't I keep my quiet and just enjoy the night?
I kept scowling to myself while watching the movie, keeping my eyes hidden behind my hand most of the time.
"Pass me the coke." Lucille said.
I removed my hand to pass the can just then the fat ghost lady appeared and I screamed, jumping and almost falling on Lucille but held myself on my spot.
I couldn't give into her challenge.
Throughout the movie, I could feel my restraining courage slipping away, the last scene of exorcism turning my little heart into a decrepit mess as I peeked from behind my fingers.
