I suddenly became painfully aware of my legs laying across his thighs. I didn't look away from the screen as I shifted my legs, feeling them graze over him. I was keenly aware of him clearing his throat, sounding just as strained. My pant leg had rolled up over the course of the film, and my bare flesh softly brushed up against his bare stomach where his shirt had also ridden up. The little release of air from his mouth, low and strained, made an icy chill run from the small of my back up to the tip of my spine.