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“Your favorite rom-coms.”

“You… really? You want to watch one?”

“Went with the mail one, if you’re interested in watching.”

He waved back into his room.

Me alone in a hotel room with a casual Silas? That was a terrible idea.

“Sure. I think you’re going to like this one.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said. He fiddled with the TV as I eyed my seating options. Like in my room, it was either the bed itself or the desk chair. But Silas had his piled with his luggage.

The bed it was.

And that little thrill I felt inside? I went ahead and ignored that.

“What?” I asked when Silas shot me a concerned look.

“Nothing.”

“That’s not your ‘nothing’ face.”

“The man should be on the side closest to the door.”

“Is that like walking on the street side of the sidewalk? So you get hurt first?”

“Something like that, yes.”

I scooted across the bed.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

“Your willingness to die would be slightly more impressive if, you know, you could die,” I teased.

He shot me a smile as he got on the bed.

“Are you going to talk through the movie?”

“No. But I might mouth the lines of dialogue. You have been warned.

I scooted down. Silas hit play.

And my favorite movie opening scene filled the hotel room.

“Stop that,” Silas demanded a while later.

“Stop what?”

“Watching me watch the movie.”

“I can’t help it. I need to make sure you’re enjoying the right parts.”

He seemed to be, if not outright loving it, then at least paying close attention. I even saw him crack a smile and let out a small laugh.

“Out of curiosity,” he said when the credits rolled, “how many of these favorite movies of yours involve one of the main characters lying to the other one?”