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“What do they do back there?” he asks, all innocently.
Blood rushes to my face.
I clear my throat and reach into his pocket, withdrawing a small bag of candy.
“W-well, you know, kiss and… touchthings.” My face gets impossibly hot as an image of Grimm and me doing just that enters my mind through some tiny crack I didn't know was there.
I knew we had a deal. If he falls in love with me, I get to live a little while longer. But I never thought much about the consequences of falling in love with him. This was supposed to be a date. One of many. And despite how different he is, Grimm has definitely been getting under my skin in more ways than one.
“Touch things?” A questionable frown forms on his face as he cocks his head to the side.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m attracted to him, or if it’s because I have some repressed desire deep inside me that wants to do these things with him, but no sooner after he asks, I find myself explaining further.
“Yes, like… gettingdirty.”
He seems to contemplate this. And then, as if a lightbulb has turned on, his fingers suddenly grip my thigh tight, very tight.
He slices me a dark look. “You have experience getting dirty in the back row with a male?”
“I mean, everyone’s donesomethingback there at some point…”
The way he’s looking at me right now is almost punishing. Like the thought of me going back there with someone else irritates him.
Grimm leans into me. I watch him come, little alarm bells going off in my head. His fingers tighten enough on my thigh to bruise. My breath hitches as he brings his lips an inch from mine. His voice morphs, deepening, like something from a demon in a horror movie.
“The only male you will take to the back row is me,” he growls, a flash of his other appearance bleeding through his more human form. The one that is more skeletal, more monstrous, more inhuman than any other thing I have ever seen.
And just like that, my panties soak clear through.
I can’t take my eyes away from him.I’m tethered to him like a lost soul looking for a light to guide the way.
Wriggling in my seat to relieve the ache between my legs, I inch closer, his lips practically on mine. Besides his suddenly more supernatural appearance, which is barely noticeable to those unaware of what he really is, nothing else changed about him except his voice… that aggressive, possessive voice.
His nostrils flare. “You want to go to the back row with me?”
Yes.
“I-I…” The words I want to say don’t come out at all.
He watches me with an intensity that heightens my arousal, but when I don’t give him an immediate answer, his grip on me relaxes and he returns to normal Grimm, or at least the Grimm he wants me to see.
I, on the other hand, am reeling on the inside, soaked, and hungry for the Grim Reaper who wants to take my soul.
The commercials on the screen come to an end, and the few dim lights in the theater which were nearly turned off before now finally turn off.
“The movie is about to start,” I squeak, changing the subject.
Grimm gives me a long look before shifting his focus to the screen, though I can’t concentrate on anything but his profile. I stare openly at him, taking him in, trying to make sense of what’s happening between us. I would have totally let him fuck me in the back row if I hadn’t been so shocked by his sudden interest in possessing me.
Oh, God.
He was the one who was supposed to be falling for me, not the other way around!
Pulling myself together, I too face the screen and rip open the candy. Mindlessly munching on it, I try to keep my focus on the movie and not on my date. My hot date who’s got me ridiculously hot and bothered with a voice that would have probably made me come if he’d kept talking like that.
He keeps his hand on my leg while watchingIt’s A Wonderful Life, but I’m more absorbed in watching him watch the movie than anything else. Before long, he’s quickly swept up in it with laser focus on the trials of George Bailey’s life. Grimm’s brow falls, and he gives me a confused look when he realizes that Mr. Bailey is contemplating ending his own life.
“I do not understand. Where is his Reaper?”
