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"You already are," he pointed out, looking down at the arms she had wrapped around his waist.
"Even more than this."
"How about Freddy Krueger?"
She shrugged that away. "Child's play. I got bored watching it. Too predictable."
He merely lifted a brow. "All right then. Why don't I make a selection?"
"Okay." She settled back against his chest, content to just be here with him. She did not care what they were watching or where they were. He was with her and that was all that mattered.
Absently kissing her forehead, he called up several options and selected one.
"Killer Instinct?"
"Hmm. Shh."
"I have never seen this one before--"
"Then prepare to be entertained."
She lapsed into silence and waited until the credits.
Conail smiled in anticipation at her reaction. He had seen it twice before and was intimately connected with the script as his company had invested in the production. For a few short months, he had been personally involved with the actress. She was one of the few women he genuinely liked. After the affair had ended, they had remained friends.
He felt her jolt suddenly, her fingers grabbing at his sweater and his smile widened. The introductory scene had grabbed him by the throat when he first saw it too.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Yasmine forced herself to continue watching. It had started out bloody. A woman on a rampage, going on a killing spree after she discovered that her baby had been killed. The scenes were so vivid, the terror so real, it had her climbing into the screen and becoming a part of the entire thing.
For one hour, she was lost--so concentrated on what was happening, she barely noticed when he went to get them popcorn and soda.
"Thanks," she murmured absently.
"Butter?"
"What?"
"Would you like butter--"
"Yes." She grabbed the entire container, and he watched in amazement when she drowned the popcorn in the golden liquid.
"What?" She shrugged, noticing his expression. "It tastes better--OH!" The rest of the sentence ended with a scream as the killer started hacking at the man's genitals. She sat up so suddenly, if he had not been quick, the buttered popcorn would have been all over the floor.
Setting it aside on the space next to her, he grunted when she simply grabbed him and threw one leg over both of his. A smile tugged at his lips when she hid her face on his chest and clung.
"You can look now."
"Is it over?"
"I think the heroine or villain is taking a rest. She's in a café ordering food. Killing is a very taxing business."
Lifting her head slowly as if she did not believe him, she peered at the screen and felt her heartbeat slowing down.
"Want me to change it?" he asked, amusement rife in his voice.
"Yes. No." She shook her head and took a breath. "I can stand it." She turned her head towards him. "How can you be so nonchalant?"
"One, I know none of it's real and two, I watched it twice before." He grinned as she shot him a dirty look.
