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“Getting comfy,” he says like it should be obvious. “What movie are we watching?”
“We?” I choke out.
“Yes, we. I’m here, aren’t I? I think that means I’m joining you.” He turns, heading into the living room without waiting for me to respond.
Unlike Sebastian’s house, he doesn’t have to go far to find the room he’s looking for. The living room sits right off the foyer and given the paused movie on the screen and the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, it’s pretty obvious where I was planning to watch said movie.
Flopping down where I was sitting just moments earlier, he stretches his arm along the back of the couch and throws me a wide grin when I stop in the doorway.
“Are you just gonna stand there checking me out all night, or are we gonna watch a movie already?” he teases, patting the cushion next to him.
“Do you always show up uninvited and just make yourself at home?” I ask as he props his feet up on the coffee table, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
He thinks on that for a moment, humor etched in his features.
“Yep.” He finally concedes, patting the couch again.
I laugh, I can’t help it. He’s so damn endearing. Shaking my head, I cross the room, taking the seat on the opposite end of the couch.
“You know,” he leans forward and snags the popcorn. “If you sit all the way over there you can’t reach this.” He shakes the bowl before setting it in his lap.
I let out a frustrated sigh and then scoot closer, secretly dying to get as close to him as I can. Not that I would ever admit it out loud.
Taking the middle cushion, I pull my legs up, tucking them underneath myself. “Happy?” I roll my eyes, leaning forward to grab the remote.
“Very.” He smiles at me, his eyes holding my gaze for a long moment before he grabs a handful of popcorn and shoves it into his mouth.
“You’re something else.” I try to keep the smile off my face but fail miserably.
“I do my best.” He smiles around a full mouth.
I don’t know what to do, what to say, how to act. I’m such a ball of nervous energy that I feel like I might bounce out of my seat at any moment.
“Are you going to hit play on that?” he questions, his eyes darting between me and the remote.
“I’m working on it,” I huff, embarrassed that he seems to know just how distracted he’s making me.
“Well work faster,” he teases, nodding in approval when I finally manage to get my fingers to work and the movie kicks on.
I wish I could say I calmed down, that eventually I settled in and lost myself in the movie, but I didn’t. Not even a little bit. I couldn’t focus on anything except Sebastian. How he laughed next to me. How about halfway into the movie, after the popcorn was pretty much gone, his hand found its way to mine and didn’t leave it for the next hour—the pad of his thumb tracing circles along the back of my hand. How I kept feeling his eyes on the side of my face instead of on the television screen where they should have been.
I’ve never watched a movie before and had no idea what actually happened by the end of it. It’s Sebastian. He’s intoxicating and distracting and demands to be the center of attention no matter what’s going on. And he doesn’t even have to try—it’s just him.
“I gotta admit, I didn’t peg you as a Kevin Hart fan.” He finally breaks the silence just as the end credits start to roll.
“Why?” I ask, stretching—my pretty obvious play off at pulling my hand away.
“You just seem, I don’t know, kind of serious.” He shrugs.
“I do?” I question, wondering what kind of impression I’m giving him here.
“A little, yeah.” He chuckles, clearly amused by my reaction to his statement.
“Well, I’m not,” I blurt defensively.
“No?” He smiles, shifting his body toward me.
“I mean, okay, I’m a little serious.” I sigh. “But not to the point that I don’t know how to laugh or have a good time. I’m just serious when I need to be.”
