Page 90 of Breaking Rules

My stomach sinks with disappointment. “We can go in separately and then sit together once the theater goes dark.”

Eyes averted, she says, “That sounds like a date.”

For whatever stupid reason, my heart skips a beat. I swore off relationships years ago. My own ignorance and inaction caused another person so much damage, and I can’t forgive myself for that. But I want to go on a date with her, even though it scares me.

“Because it is.” I smile, though nerves skitter through me. “A friendly date. What do you say?”

She contemplates me for a moment, then smiles. “Okay. I can be ready in twenty.”

“Glad I could change your mind.” I wink at her.

With a peck to my lips, she scurries to the guest room to change.

* * *

“I toldyou it’d be fine.” I lean over the empty seat between us and grab a handful of popcorn from the bag on her lap.

She swats my hand away and furrows her brow.

“What?”

“What’s the point of coming in separately if you’re going to sit so close and steal my snacks?”

“There’s a whole seat between us, Bella.” I grin and toss the popcorn into my mouth. “It’s almost empty in here anyway, and I’m pretty sure that couple”—I point at two girls sitting two rows below us, their lips locked—“came here to make out.”

With a huff, Bella turns back to the screen, like she actually cares about the commercials playing on repeat before the previews start. Her plaid skirt rides up her thighs, and the view of her toned legs sends a wave of heat right to my dick.

“The guy who sold you your ticket recognized you. He’s a Warriors fan. What if he decides to come looking for you?”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not sitting back there in my reserved seat.” I thumb over my shoulder then hold out my hand. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Just as I’ve stuffed another handful of popcorn into my mouth, the lights dim and the previews begin.

* * *

An hourand thirty minutes later, my blood is boiling. I hate how Bella looks at Charlie fucking Hunnam. The parted lips, the excited glint in her eyes,the giggling. You know the type—when a girl is fascinated by something, or, in this case, someone.

I am jealous…of an actor on a screen. What a bunch of crap.

Huffing, I shift in my seat and fold my arms over my chest, wishing that instead of watching this sex scene, I could whisk Bella away from this place and distract her from the screen.

When she releases a long, shaky breath, an idea comes to mind, and I can’t stop myself from grinning.

I know how to make her forget about this guy.

Ducking low, I scoot over to the seat we’ve kept between us. She turns to look at me with her eyebrows pinched together, a question in her eyes. In answer, I take her chin between my thumb and index finger and drink her in. It’s dark in here, but even in the glow from the screen, she’s a stunner. When I look at her, everything else dissolves into thin air. It’s just her and me, and it’s enough.

“Xander…” she says softly.

I press my mouth to hers, and her lips part for me. Our tongues move as one in a slow, tantalizing motion. Already, my dick is painfully pressing into my zipper.Damn. If we were at home, she’d be on my lap, and I’d have my hands on her hips, rocking them back and forth to grind her wet pussy over my cock. But burying my dick in her little cunt can wait. Now, it’s all about her.

As I drag my lips to her cheek, then to her ear, she grips the armrest that separates us, and when I suck her earlobe into my mouth, she lets out a moan that’s a little too loud.

“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper.

Bella leans away, eyes searching mine before she scans the dark, mostly empty theater. “What if someone sees?”

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