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"I'm not going first," I inform him. "You go first."
"I got us the open door." He crosses his arms over his chest. "It's your turn to do some heavy lifting."
"Fine," I huff. "If I had a harem of desperate lovers, I, too, could have gotten us an open door. But I'm too scared of STDs, so I guess I'll go in first."
Wilder follows behind me as we tiptoe our way into an empty movie theatre. The lights are dimmed low, so I feel along the wall, careful to take the small staircase one at a time.
"Just admit it, Blondie," Wilder continues his tireless tirade. "You're jealous."
"Let it go, Wilder." I crane my neck to look at him. "I'm not jealous. I just hate the idea that you're using your genitals to make our Lonely Summer Bucket List easier."
"I'm touched you're concerned for my dick, but it's fine."
"You're so annoying."
"At least you never walked in on me like the dozen or so times I've walked in on you and Cash," he barely mutters loud enough for me to hear.
I slow my pace. "You've only walked in on us twice."
"Twice that you saw," he shoots back.
"I swear Wilder Andrea Cox," I grit my teeth.
"Who told you my middle name?" His voice sounds a little panicky. Almost as if he's afraid I'll tell everyone his best-kept secret. "It's Andrew. The nurse entered it wrong on my birth certificate and my parents were too lazy to change it."
"If you recorded Cash and me in a compromising position, I'll never let you—"
"I never recorded you," he interjects. "I would never do that to Cash—or you. Why do you always think the worst of me?"
I suck in a harsh breath. "Because you tormented me for years. You made my life a living hell."
We're so close, I can hear his heart beating in his chest. The infuriating need to slide my hand up his toned pecs and place my palm over his Grinch-like organ nags me relentlessly. Do it, do it, do it. Come on, Ingrid, touch him.
I swallow harshly before giving in and bringing my hand up to his chest. I pause for a moment, searching his eyes in the dark for a trace of disgust. When I don't see it, I cover his heart with my fingers.
"Why is your heart beating so fast?" I ask him.
He shifts his body weight from his left leg to his right one. "Who told you my middle name?"
"I saw it on your school ID," I whisper, letting my hand linger on his chest for a moment before reluctantly slipping it off. "We should go. What theatre number is it?"
Wilder lets out a breath I didn't notice he was holding. "Five."
I lead the way, popping my head out of the empty movie theatre to make sure we don't get caught. As luck would have it, there isn't a single person in the hallway. We hurry across the hall to theatre number five.
A few people are already sitting in the theatre as boring advertisements fill the screen. I cringe when I see Pierre holding a banner that reads, ‘Let us whack that bush for you’. Loretta really needs to get a new slogan.
"Where do you want to sit?" I hear Wilder to my left.
Cash always made me sit in the front, and I'd have a kink in my neck for days after watching movies at an awkward angle.
"In the back?" I suggest.
"Perfect," Wilder nods. "I hate the front. Makes my neck hurt."
I smile to myself as I climb the stairs, then grab a seat in the middle. "You hungry?"
Wilder plops down beside me. "Yep."
