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Oh.
“I only have one blanket,” he says, in way of explanation. He grabs it from the back of the sofa and tosses it over our laps. “And we only have one bowl.”
With one hand wrapped around my abdomen, he leans us forward so he can reach the remote. He hands that to me, then grabs the bowl, then… to my utter confusion, arranges us comfortably with me still sitting on what strangely feels like a burgeoning hard-on.
Zan has always been a hugger, but this is new. Way new. Way unexpected. As the movie plays, he becomes more relaxed. My body is aware of every move he makes, every big muscle that stretches and flexes against me. And man, are they moving a lot.
Not to mention, his roaming hands. One has been on me, touching or gently petting the entire time. It’s distracting as hell.
The movie, from what I can gather is about a domestic violence survivor still in hiding from her ex when she meets a new man. I think he’s a serial killer. He’s hot though, so there’s that.
“Damn,” I whisper in awe. The guy stares at the heroine with carnal hunger, stalking closer to her, inch by inch, her chest quickens with anticipation. “Slam her against the wall, homeboy. Take her.”
Zander chokes on a piece of popcorn.
“Jesus, Willa.”
“Look! He’s doing it. You can’t tell me that’s not hot?” I say, shoving a few more pieces into my mouth. The man yanks up the woman’s skirt and rips her panties off. They don’t come off cleanly, because… reality check. He has to yank a few times before they come apart, his frustration palpable. “There you go, big guy. Get some.”
Zander shifts under me. I slide off him, my ass now next to his thigh but my legs still over his lap.
“Sorry, was I getting heavy,” I ask.
“No,” he blurts, not looking away from the movie and the couple fucking now.
“Movie sex is so much better than porn sex.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Zander chuckles. I like his deep and contagious laughter.
“I mean, from a woman’s perspective anyway,” I explain. “In movies, the woman, at least usually, is an active participant in pleasure. In most porn, she’s nothing but a hole. She could be reading a book, and I don’t think the guys would care as long as she keeps making ridiculous sounds for his benefit. Or rather, for the viewer’s benefit. Some viewers anyway. I usually watch without sound.”
“Holy shit.”
“What? Like you don’t watch porn.”
“I watch porn. Of course, I watch porn. I don’t typically have conversations about it.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing to me. I’m not upset, just surprised. You normally aren’t so… I don’t know, blunt.”
“To be fair, my niece is around whenever we’re together.” It’s true. There have been times when Zander’s schedule aligned and he’d go out with Isla, Kit, and me. However, the time we’ve spent in each other’s presence has been more G-rated than R.
“Good point. I guess this is the first time we’ve ever been alone, isn’t it?”
“It is? I guess you’re right. Is it weird?”
“Why would it be weird,” he asks, his brow furrowing.
“Because Isla isn’t with us. Or even Damian.”
“I knew they wouldn’t be here when I invited you over,” he says, moving the popcorn bowl to the coffee table and rearranging us so that I’m cradled in the crook of his arm.
“How long have you known him?”
“Damian? A few years.”
“Can I pry a little bit,” I ask, not wanting to overstep any unspoken boundaries.
