Page 192 of Psycho

I looked down at the table and took in all the scratches from people who had sat there before me.

“I don’t want to be like her. I have worked my entire life trying hard to not be like her.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. “Silly girl. You are your own person. And I happen to think the person you are is amazing.”

My eyes moved up from his chest to his neck and stopped when I got to his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” he said with conviction.

And I believed him.

* * *

We wentto the movies after dinner.

I didn’t think he was a movie-going kind of man, but he had seemed so happy when he suggested it that I didn’t have the heart to say no.

And besides, I was excited about that.

Going to the movies was the one thing I didn’t do with Garrett when we were going out.

Mostly, we hung out in his room, and he would get high while I did my homework.

Micah picked a scary, gruesome movie that had just come out, and though I wasn’t a huge scary movie fan, I didn’t say anything.

Not when I caught a hint of mischief in his silver eyes when he turned to me after purchasing the tickets.

I frowned at him, but all he did was grab my hand and lead me to movie theater 13.

We got inside the semi-empty and darkened theater. Micah brought us to the far back.

There was another couple about five rows ahead of us, and some scattering about the huge place.

We had the whole row to ourselves.

We sat down in the middle row just as the movie was starting.

Micah wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close to his body.

I smiled and snuggled into his warmth, taking in his warm chest beneath my face.

I had been invested in the movie when I felt Micah’s hand move from my waist and down to the outside of my thigh.

I pulled back and looked at him, but his focus was on the screen.

Perhaps he wasn’t even aware of doing it?

I lay my head back on his chest as the movie got silent when we hit the climax of the scene.

Just before the monster was going to make its appearance, no doubt.

His hand moved again, this time brunching my dress up and revealing my legs.

I tensed.

He was aware of doing it.

He was doing this on purpose.

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