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“Right. If you have a death wish, there are easier ways to–ah fuck. Jesus.” He shrinks back, face contorted in disgust and horror at what he just saw on the screen.
I’m biting back a smile. “Scared?” I ask.
“I’m fine.”
My amusement at his discomfort doesn’t last long. Within thirty minutes, I’ve scooted over to Jesse to hide against his shoulder with my blankets and he is rambling about everything from hockey to his favorite meal Nolan has made. Between me hiding my eyes and him talking nonstop, I think neither of us is actually watching the movie, which has turned out to be downright terrifying.
I hit pause eventually. “Sorry,” I say. “I’m actually really not good at scary movies. I just wanted to cheer you up. Caroline said you like scary movies and talk a bunch when you get scared. I kinda wanted to see if she was making that up, too.”
“I don’t,” he says, then he pauses and laughs. “Maybe she’s right.”
“It’s okay. I think you have a lot of empathy for people. Maybe these movies freak you out because you can really put yourself in their shoes. I think it’s cool.”
“That’s a nice way to spin it.”
I cross my legs on the couch, turning to face him and resting my chin on my hands, which are threaded over his shoulder. “Maybe I think you’re a nice guy.”
“Andi…”
“What?” I ask.
He swallows hard. “You being here hasn’t been easy for me.”
“Is it because you have to remember to put the toilet seat down? Because you guys are all shockingly good at that. Either that or you all go number two a lot.”
He grins. “It’s not that.”
“What is it, then?” For some reason, I’m whispering now. The low tone of my voice and the sudden realization of how close our faces are makes the moment feel more intimate. I watch his long lashes as he looks down, trying not to make eye contact with me.
“It’s you,” he says.
“I’m a bad house guest?”
He chuckles softly, then he looks at me. The moment our eyes meet, neither of us has to say another word. It all clicks into place so clearly I can almost hear the metallic sound of locks sliding into place.
I want this. It’s almost like the words are physical things in the air between us.
He touches my cheek and leans in close.
I lean in, too, pressing my lips to his. We kiss softly at first, then more intensely. His hand moves from my cheek to thread into my hair. His other hand falls to my knee. I touch his side and run my hand up his neck, gripping a handful of his silky hair.
I start to fall back as he kisses me deeper, arms planted on either side of me. I unfold my legs so his body positions between them and I can feel the hard shape of him between my legs, making my core throb with desire.
And then a car door slams outside.
We both sit up suddenly and I hit unpause on the movie. I scoot several feet away from Jesse and he straightens. I jerk my head to the side to see Jake coming in the house. “I forgot my–” he trails off, eyebrows wrinkling at the sight of us. He looks up at the screen, where one of the girls is covered in blood and screaming. “What the hell are you guys doing?”
“Watching a scary movie,” I say.
“Nothing,” Jesse says at the same moment.
Jake doesn’t move for several beats, then he finally goes to the kitchen. “Forgot to charge my phone. Do you have a charger in here somewhere?”
“The drawer by the knives,” Jesse says.
Jake opens it, roots around for a suspiciously long time, then stands in the kitchen and just stares openly at us. “Why are you both sitting so weird?”
“We’re not,” I say.
