It didn’t even matter that the one-room theater smelled like stale popcorn, the floor was sticky with spilled soda where we sat, or the film itself was a horror and not a holiday movie. It didn’t matter because I was loving the time spent with Felix.
He was absolutely charming. He leaned into conversations and listened attentively, even when I had gotten way too chatty by the bottom of my G&T. It was simply incredible. Felix was intome. A man likehim—masculine in every sense of the word—seriously dug a guy his total opposite.
And the way Felix stared, waiting almost anxiously for me to touch him or kiss his cheek, and them immediately moving into my space for more. It felt so goddamn perfect to be taking the lead, and even better knowing my date was into it.
“She’s gonna die,” I murmured, intently watching the screen. “She’s not a hot blonde girl, so her chances of living in a horror film are pretty slim.”
The screening room was practically empty, save for a party of three sitting in the front row, and they might have actually been asleep, since I don’t know how anyone could sit that close to the screen and not get motion sickness. Felix and I were in the back row, sharing a box of Sno-Caps and a soda so big, not even two people could consume its entirety.
“You don’t know that,” Felix whispered. “This could be the movie to end all horror stereotypes.”
The brunette on the screen walked into a dark room and the ghost-zombie-conjured-creature-from-the-black-lagoon came up behind her and—
“Oh, and she’s dead,” I whispered back. “Told you. What’s the score so far, five to one?”
“Five, two,” Felix corrected. “I predicted they’d use a Ouija board at some point.”
I suppressed the urge to laugh out loud as the teenagers in the movie were in the midst of dying or screwing or trying to slay the demon. It was so hard to tell sometimes.
“Neither of us predicted how awful this would be,” I said.
“That’s true.”
“Are we both deducted a point?”
Felix leaned closer in the dark. “You should give me one of your points.”
“I don’t think so.” I took his left hand and threaded my fingers through his. “I’ll give you a kiss, though. Will that make you feel better?”
“Sounds like you want to make out.”
“Isn’t that why we sat in the back?”
“I thought it was for the acoustics.”
“Acoustics are better in the middle,” I whispered. I leaned over, took Felice’s face with my free hand, and turned him to look at me. He pressed into the touch, and I rubbed his bristly cheek with my thumb. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
He swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”
I closed the space between us, touching his mouth with my own. A little off-center at first, but better the second time. Felix tasted sweet and sugary from the junk food. Then he parted his lips and I pressed in, tasting hot maleness. His stubble scratched at my skin, which only made the kiss more exciting. I moved my hand to the back of his head and pulled Felix in tight, unwilling to part just yet.
Felix moaned. It was quiet. Subtle. But just enough to make the blood start pumping hard in my ears. I let go of his hand, put mine on his chest, and slid my fingers between the buttons of his shirt. I touched warm skin and hair and wanted to rip his damn shirt off then and there—but Felix quickly grabbed my hand and pulled it free.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
I pushed the armrest back and scooted closer, kissing Felix again. I tried to go slower—tried not to maul him as if I were a man starving and being presented a banquet—but his taste, his touch as he gripped my bicep, the little moans that enveloped me in a stunning display of amber, they were overpowering every part of my brain that wasn’t screamingget laid, get laid, get laid.
“Bo,” Felix whispered between kisses.
I stopped and caught my breath. “What?”
“We’re in a movie theater,” he reminded.
Oh fuck. Right.
I looked at the screen. One, two, three—it seemed one of the teenagers had died during the brief hot-and-heavy.
I turned to Felix, gently let go of his head, and sat back a bit. “Did you… want to get out of here?”
