"Not until you look." She grabs my face and turns it towardthescreen, and before I know it, she's climbing onto the arm of the sofa and throwing her legs around mywaistas she climbs on my back, mounting me like a fucking horse.
"Look. At. It." She digs her fingers into my face and pries my eyesopen,forcingme tolookat thescreen
"I swear to god..." I swat at my back, trying to get her off.
"Respect the spunk fountain."
Oh dear god. She can never have wine again. Never. Never. Never. Never... I finally manage to get her hands off myface and she leaps frommy back, running around the room. The groaning and ball smacking is still going full force. "Give me the remote."
"Nope." She rounds the corner of my coffeetableand I jump at her, grabbing her ankles and yanking her to the floor with a thud.
"Oh, my god," she whines. "I think..." She moans and sits up, clutching her arm. "I think I broke my wrist. Fuck..."
"What!" Oh shit.Way to go fucking Finn...I hopto my feet and crouch beside her as a wild smile flickers over her face.
"You'resuch apussy." She stumblesto her feet and runs away.I storm over to the TV and yank the plug out of the wall, the sex noises ceasing. "Pussy!"she calls from the hallway.
She comes back into the living room, the moaning still playing on her phone. "You have issues,"I say.
She rolls her eyes and taps on her phone, cutting that terrible porno off. "No shit. Anyway, what film are we watching?"
"Not that shit,” I say.
She scrolls through her phone for a second before tossing it to me. "You pick something then. Ifanal'sout, I'm at a loss."
"Dear god..." I look through the movies on Netflix and stop onThe Ring.The credits start rolling and she shakes her head.
"No." She scoots next to me. "Don't do this to me."
"What, you don't like scary movies?"
"Not really, but this one…." she closes her eyes and crosses her chest, "it's possessed by the devil."
"God, you are so dramatic."
Look, it scares the shit out of me."
"Well," I lean back in the couch and turn the volume up with a grin, "just make sure you don't shit on my couch."
"Cunt," she mumbles under her breath.
"You're abusive as fuck..."She slaps my arm."See!"I say.
"I'm ginger. Don't act like you didn't know what you were getting. Besides..." She sniffs. "I'm a fucking delight."
Ten minutes into the film and Hope has slowly crept closerto me. I try not to laugh as her wide eyes fix on the screen, her body growing more tense with each passing second.Whenthe part wherethe video plays and the girl answers the phonecomes on,I carefully take my phone out of my pocket on the other side of Hope and dial her number, trying not to laugh. Her phone rings and she screams. I fucking lose it, laughingso hard I'm afraid I may piss myself, and she, ofcourse,punches me in theribs.
"I fucking hate you!"
I swipe tears from my eyes."Payback's abitch."
She’s basically crawling into my lap now and when the partwiththe kid crawling out of the TVcomeson,Hope buriesherface into mychest. "I hate this fucking film," she grumbles. "Why? Why would you have a film about an angry kid that got thrown down a well? It's messed up. Fucking wrong. And then they make a secondbecause the first wasn't fun enough! Fuck me," she rants against my chest.
I laugh and she punches me again. "I'll protect you from the freaky child," I tease.
"You fucking better. I'm not going home tonight."
I tense slightly. "You'll be fine."
