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“Come on, it won’t be the worst thing ever. Or do you have a hate-on for scary flicks?”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind them. Though I’ve yet to watch one that is actually scary.”
Feeling my lips curve, I latched onto his wrist without thought. “Oh, my friend, some do exist, I swear. Allow me to educate you.”
Dax glanced down at where I’d wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Feeling awkward, I was about to release him. But then he twisted his hand, joined our palms, and tugged me closer. “What’s my incentive?” he asked, gently bumping the tip of his nose against mine.
I double-blinked at his unexpected move, my belly going all aflutter. “Uh, what?”
He loosely fisted the end of one of my braids. “I’m going to need an incentive,” he said, adopting his bedroom voice, conveying what the nature of the enticement would need to be.
My hormones perking right up, I said, “Fine, I’ll … um, I’ll ride you on the sofa when the movies are over.”
His gaze narrowed. “Movies plural?”
“Well, of course. I mean, it’s Halloween.”
“Funnily enough, I’d noticed,” he deadpanned.
Snorting, I rolled my eyes, not quite managing to bite back a smile. “Are you going to join me or not?”
Letting out a long hum, he idly curled my braid around his fist. “All right.”
I felt my lips part. “You will? Really? I thought you’d say no.”
“You only asked because you thought I’d decline?”
“No, I asked on the off-chance that—for once—you’d do your civic duty as my husband and watch TV with me.”
His mouth tipped up. “My civic duty?”
“Yes. You’ve neglected it thus far. You should really correct the oversight.”
He released my hair. “Hmm, then let’s wheel the trolley into the living room so I can get started on that.”
“Boom,” I said, delighted. “I’ll carry our glasses.”
I thought he’d sit apart from me, but he settled at my side on the sofa—our plates balanced on the cushions we placed on our laps. “Have you seenThe Conjuring 2?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Prepare to be creeped the fuck out.” Using the remote control, I threw the movie onand then swiftly dug into my food.
We didn’t say much as we ate, both mostly focused on the movie. The combination of creepy music, jump scares, the ghost’s grating voice, and the weird-ass nun had tension gathering in my muscles.
Once I’d finished my meal, I put the plate on the coffee table in front of me and took a sip of my wine.
“What is it about this movie that scares you?” asked Dax, the confused note in his tone saying he simply didn’t get it.
I threw him a skeptical look. “I’ll bet my life your heartrate has gone up a time or two—no, don’t deny it; I won’t believe you.”
I set down my glass and turned my attention back to the rather intense scene playing out on the TV. I jumpedeverso slightly at one part, and the idiot beside me started chuckling.
“Up yours,” I snarked, gently shoving his arm.
Smirking, he caught my offending hand and pulled, making my body slide to the side and fall against his, my head hitting his shoulder. “There. Stay.”
Utterly taken aback, I went motionless. My pulse, on the other hand, began skipping like crazy. Especially when he kept possession of my hand.
