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“I don’t want us to be disturbed.” He dips his hands in his pockets

“I will try some. What are we watching?” I pick up some pieces of prosciutto and dig into some brie with a cheese knife.

“The choice is yours.”

“I have been dying to watchThe Notebookagain,” I answer as I make my way to the front seats to watch the movie.

“I’d rather dig my eyeballs out. Next.”

I look in his direction as he goes to the wine dispenser and grabs two empty wine glasses.

I’m about to plead to watchThe Notebook. However, I stop when I see his ass flex in the sweats.

I really didn’t take a good look at him in when I got in. His simple white tee hangs loosely over his broad shoulders.

“Why not something likeScarface? OrBlack Hawk Down. Those are great movies.” He turns around and my breathe catches in my throat. I don’t know who invented gray sweatpants, but I want to thank them. Rhet has a third leg and the whole imprint is showing through his pants. His dick looks heavy and thick.

“Okay how aboutFriday the 13th?” he says as he brings a glass of wine to me.

“Huh?” I forgot what we were talking about.

He follows my gaze to his dick. “If you’re nice I might just give it to you.”

I clear my throat. “No, thanks, I’m good.” I take the wine from his outstretched hand, and I take a big gulp. I’m not good. I want him but shouldn’t have him.

He shrugs and goes back to the table to collect his plate. It takes all of me not to watch him coming back.

“Is he even wearing briefs?” I mutter and walk to my seat.

“Yes, I am,” he replies.

“Excuse me?” I hope he didn’t hear me ask that question.

“Yes, I’m wearing briefs.” He heard me and now I feel like I’m dying of shame.

He takes a remote, clicks it and the shades for the windows come down slowly making the room dark.

The chandelier above us dims.

“How aboutInterview with the Vampire?” he asks.

“That sounds perfect.” I munch on my brie and crackers.

Minutes into the show, we’re both snuggled together in our seats, watching Louis try to leave his violent maker Lestat.

“Lestat is toxic,” I whisper, my head leaning on his shoulder.

“I have a friend named Dax who is as pretty as Louis.” He shrugs.

I pull away to see his face. “Really?”

His brows frown, the light from the screen plays on his face.

“Yes, really. I’m guessing you like a pretty face on a guy?” His voice sounds flat and irritated.

“Nah, I like a face with character. He must look angry at life, chiseled jaw lines, deep set eyes, full bottom lip and a five’o clock shadow.” I snicker.

He pushes up from the chair and flips the arm rest up.

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