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“My screen, Valentine.”
I bite my lip before I mutter, “Bossy.”
“Better thanlovely.” He says the word like it’s an insult as he selects the list of movie genres. “Action, thriller, war reenactment.”
I scrunch my nose. “Those are the options?”
“Uh-huh,” he says with a straight face.
“How about Disney?” I suggest it to be a pest.
“Absolutely not.”
I scoff. “What’s wrong with Disney?”
“Nothing. But my little asshole nieces and nephews make me watch animated movies every time I see them. And this is adult time, so I want an adult movie.”
“You probably shouldn’t call them assholes.” I try to keep a straight expression.
Dom tips his face down to mine. “Like I said, you haven’t met them.”
“Fine.” I sigh dramatically. “If those are my choices, then I choose thriller.”
“Interesting…” He drags the word out and starts to scroll through the list of options.
Dom pauses to look from his screen to mine, then to me, and back to his screen again.
“What?”
His big shoulders lift, then fall. “We’ll need to use yours.”
My eyes follow the same path his just did. “Why?”
Dom unfurls the headset he got from the flight attendant. “Because, Shorty, one of us is gonna need to lean over a bit to make this work. And I think it will be more comfortable for me to do it.”
I widen my eyes at him. “Because you’re such a big guy?”
He narrows his eyes. “Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.”
Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.
I banish that thought and turn my screen on so I can search the thriller titles.
I’ve only just started to look when our dinner trays arrive, and we eat in silence while I scroll through the titles—the chicken and couscous with a side salad and bread roll way better, and way more, than I expected.
By the time we finish eating, I’ve decided on a movie. When Dom is distracted by the trays being taken away, I hit play and then pause it after the title screen so it’ll be a surprise for him.
Dom hums, seeing what I’ve done. “Sneaky girl.”
Having finished my drink with my meal, I’m feeling more than a little flushed, and his voice is affecting me more than it did before.
Instead of handing me the earbuds, Dom stretches across me, bringing his masculine scent back into my space.
He slides the metal tip into place under the screen.
And I don’t even question why, but that action makes me press my thighs together.
Uncoiling the cord, Dom hands me one of the little plastic earbuds.
