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Fucking Ian.
“Yeah.” Tearing my eyes from her make-up free face, I head for the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, I think about grabbing a beer, but decide to pour a rum and coke instead. I haven’t had a drink all week, but with her on my couch looking like that—fresh and sweet and like something I could devour if I decided not to give a shit about the fact I hate her—well, I need something to wash that bitter pill down. Because I do give a shit. And I do hate her. Or, if not her, I hate where she came from and the manipulative blood I know runs through her veins.
“Is it okay that I’m here?”
My gaze swings to hers. “You’ve been here all week.”
“I mean here.” Her finger with that manicured nail points down to her lap. “On your couch. Watching a movie. Eating popcorn.”
The movie is still playing in the background, but her entire focus is on me. “You’re missing your movie.”
Full lips part and a little pink tongue pokes out to wet that pouty bottom one. Well, hell, I’m going to be jerking off to thoughts of all that mouth can do in the shower tonight.
Ian needs to get his shit together. I know he can work faster than this.
“I’ve seen it at least a hundred times before.”
My brows rise. “That so?”
“Maybe a bit of an exaggeration,” she admits with an adorable pinch of her fingers. “But it’s one of my favorites.”
Casting my eyes to the screen, I take a long drink. I don’t recognize it. “What is it?”
Her eyes widen. “The Notebook.”
“That supposed to mean something to me?”
Her brows slam down. “What kind of movies do you watch?”
“Action, mostly. I like a good thriller, too.” Am I really having this conversation with her?
“You like to watch things blow up?” She makes a cute little noise as she rolls those blue eyes. “Figures.”
“And you?”
She swings a hand to the screen. “Romance. Drama. Romantic comedy. Anything to do with falling in love, I love.”
I can’t help it when my eyes narrow on her. I’d watched my fair share of romance movies with Ophelia. They’d been her favorite too, but not because she’d gotten lost in the happy endings. Ophelia had found immense enjoyment in making fun of the actors. Altering the plot in sinister ways, making comments about how the main female love interest was probably screwing the best friend.
I haven’t sat for a romantic movie since I’d been with Ophelia, but I find myself moving to the living room and dropping down on the couch beside Olympia. She tenses, every muscle in her body locking up tight as her hands grip the bowl of popcorn in her lap.
I can feel her eyes drilling questions into the side of my head as I drop my hand to her bowl, grabbing a handful. I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the screen as I shovel the fistful of salty, buttery popcorn into my mouth. It’s delicious. I can see why she’d wanted it.
I’m going to have to learn how to make this so I can make it for myself when she leaves.
“You want to watch this movie? With me?”
I let my eyes slide to her now. Up close like this, the smell of something sweet and fresh hits me under the scent of buttery popcorn. Her big blue eyes, the color of a shallow sea, are wide on me. She might be born of evil, but she’s exquisite. Maybe the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah, why not?”
She slow blinks. Thick black lashes fluttering over plump cheekbones. She tips her head to the side, her heart shaped face painted in confusion. Then she shrugs one shoulder, as though she couldn’t care either way. “Okay.”
With that, she turns her attention to the TV.
We share the bowl of popcorn, and when it's finished, she leans forward to place it on the coffee table. Before she settles back on the couch, I shift, purposefully shifting closer. Her scent consumes me.
I can't help myself. I ask, “What is that?”
