Seduction and destruction

51-Your move.-Indie

"Can we just make out?"He asks, trying to kiss me, but I don't allow him.
"No."I say eating the popcorn.
"It would be better if we were home right now..."He whispers, putting his hand on my tight.

I try to hide a smile.

"You know...me,you...alone..."
I put the popcorn towards him.
"Popcorn?"I ask, smiling. He smirks.
"Indie."He says, and I feel my face hot.

"I didn't understand anything!"I say as we walk out.
"Yeah, cause it was boring. "He says as he drinks his cola.
"No, it's because you didn't stop playing with my tight or hair."
He smirks.
"And that's why we should've stayed home.Watching the movie from home."

No.If we were at home, He wouldn't stop kissing me.

"Plus, the movie was boring. I liked it better when you read a part of your story. "He says, grinning.
"When are you going to publish it?"

"I told you it will take time.And why are you drinking your pill with a cola?Let's buy you water."I go, but he pulls me.
"Nah,it's fine."

Wait, is that?

I stopped walking.

"The prestige?"Ivarsen reads it.

God.I want to watch it.

But we've already watched a movie and Ivarsen wouldn't like this one.

"Wanna watch it?"He asks.I turn to him and nod.

The lights in the movie theater dim, the screen coming to life as the opening credits of 'The Prestige' begin to roll.We sit side by side.

My eyes are glued to the screen, absorbing every detail of the story unfolding in front of me.I can't help it

I feel excited as the movie starts, my eyes widening with anticipation.
I've always enjoyed a good thriller movie, and the opening scene of 'The Prestige' promises exactly that.

I'm completely engrossed in the story, my mind already piecing together potential plot twists and theories.
I glance sideways at Ivarsen, trying to gauge his reaction. He seems uninterested, his expression blank as he gazes at the screen. Despite that, I find myself drawn more and more into the movie, my heartbeat quickening with every new revelation.

I feel a flutter in my chest as I catche Ivarsen gazing at me instead of the movie.

His intense gaze holds me captive. The soft lighting from the screen casts dancing shadows across his face, adding an almost surreal quality to his expression, as if time has slowed down to let this moment stretch. His gaze is steady, unwavering, silently conveying a depth of emotion that the movie on the screen could only hope to match.

My heart quickens as he smirks at me, a slow, almost predatory smile curling at the corner of his lips. The smirk suggests he knows exactly what he's doing, that he's caught my attention, and that he's enjoying it.

Despite the flutter of unease that washes over me, there's an undeniable pull towards him. His smirk adds a hint of mystery and danger to his already intense gaze, making him look even more alluring in the damn dim light of the theater.

Damn him.

Your turn.

My turn, you say?

I smirk back and lay hand onto Ivarsen's thigh, the touch firm yet deliberate. The contact sends a tingle of electricity through my skin where I touch him.

His gaze flickers down to where her hand rests on his thigh, a faint flicker of surprise crossing his expression, quickly masked by his usual stoic mask.