“Don’t worry, I didn’t buy any.”
“But you looked.”
“The titles were displayed.” His voice rose as he gestured to the TV that hung on the opposite wall. “With a hugemature audience onlyright next to them. That’s when I decided your laptop must have something better thanBarbarian Nights.” There was a chuckle in his tone, a tiny snark of embarrassment hidden there.
I clicked onOnce Upon a Timeand found my favorite episode. “That was not the title.” I gave him a small chuckle and set the laptop between us, twisting to lie on my side facing him.
Was this weird? Having Wyatt in my bed next to me while we watched a show? It wasn’t too cozy, was it? It wasn’t too intimate? Wyatt seemed as chill as could be, his eyes already focused on Killian Jones giving his crew orders, his breathing steady and relaxed, not a care in the world that he was in bed with me.
“It was. There were others, too.” Wyatt sighed, his gaze drifting over to me. “I could list them off for you.” He raised his hand, one finger pointing as if he were ready to tick them off one by one.
“Please.” I pushed his hand back down. “Don’t. Just…” I pulled my hand away and shoved it back under my pillow. “Watch the show.”
We watched in silence for a few moments, Wyatt never once moving except for the soft rise and fall of his chest, all the while me still relatively freaking out that a man was lying next to me in my bed. I was far from a virgin, but the two men I had been with never shared a bed with me after. This was a new feeling, havinga warm body next to me, even above the covers, just simply being. And that warm body was one of the most promiscuous men I had ever met. How many hotel beds had he left in the middle of the night? How many people did he cozy up to after sleeping with them? Did he lie with them like he was lying with me—or was this completely new for him, too?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him, but I bit it down. Keeping my random thoughts that once again I shouldn’t be having to myself. Inside thoughts only…
This was nothing. Just two people, watching a show together.
The show where the two characters kiss at the end…
Dear Lord, what was I thinking of pickingthisepisode?
“Who’s that?” Wyatt asked, his finger jabbing towards the computer screen.
“Mary Margaret and David,” I answered. “Snow White and Prince Charming.”
“And who’s that?” he asked as Regina came onto the screen.
“Regina,” I said. “She’s the Evil Queen.”
“And—”
“Emma, and Hook.” I interrupted him.
“Who are they?”
“Emma is just Emma, and Hook is…” I trailed off, even I was confusing myself, “Hook.”
“Charming and Hook. You totally named your horses after this show.”
“Yes. Now shhh. They have to find the map.”
“Why?”
I laughed softly, shifting on my bed. “So, they can get off Neverland.”
“Wait.” He plopped his hand down. “They’re in Neverland? What are they doing in Neverland?”
“Trying to find Emma’s son.”
“Why?”
“Because Peter Pan kidnapped him.”
“So, Peter Pan is the bad guy? Wait…” He hesitated as the scene changed to the past. “Who’s that?”
“Wyatt,” I dropped my head, lifting my chin to the ceiling. “Just please watch the show.”
