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“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he sighs.

“Right. Well, I mean, there are 2 couches. You could sit on one, and I could sit on the other. No physical touching involved. Just two friends having a takeout and watching a movie.” I shrug.

“I am hungry,” he states.

“See? Come on, we are adults. We don’t need to keep away from each other. We have control over our, um, er, urges,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat. I grab the takeout bag and place it on the coffee table. “I already got plates out and a wine glass for Star, but I guess you won’t be using that now,” I say as he grabs one of his beers. He sits down as I stand over the food, removing all the lids. “Hhm, smells good.” I smile as I dish us up some food, but I look up when he doesn’t say anything. It’s then that I notice his gaze is aimed at my chest. I clear my throat and his gaze snaps up to mine.

I smile and quickly take my plate and sit down on the other couch. After I pick up the remote and put Lost Boys on, we sit in awkward silence for a while, up until the scene where the vampires surrounds the house and the dog starts barking.

“Oh no! They aren’t going to hurt the husky, are they?” I ask worried, while taking a bite of my egg roll.

Spider laughs. “No.”

I look at him. “What? What’s so funny?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “There are vampires wanting to kill people. They hunt people, and you are worried about the dog.”

I shrug. “Yeah, and?”

“You’re not bothered about the people, the boys?” he presses.

“Well, no. They can fend for themselves. But the poor puppy.” I sigh, shaking my head.

He laughs. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

I swallow my food, my heart swelling at his words. He looks away and continues to watch the film.

We eat and watch the movie, but every now and then I cast a side glance at him. “Why the spider?” I blurt out.

He looks in my direction. “What?” he asks.

“Why the spider?” I repeat, tapping the side of my neck.

He shrugs. “I like them. People always fear them, but they often do good rather than bad. But if you piss off the wrong type, they can be fucking deadly.”

“You relate to them,” I state.

“I guess,” he says with a nod.

“Isn’t it normally the females that are the deadly ones?” I ask, smiling.

Hiss eyes sweep up and down my body. “Always,” he rasps.

I look down at my hands. “Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Sure,” he answers.

“How many women have you slept with?” I ask.

He chokes on his beer. “I ain’t answering that,” he defends.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I will tell you mine,” I offer.

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to know,” he states adamantly.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because I don’t want to,” he says, getting annoyed.

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