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I wanted to check on Remy and make sure he was alright, but then Tommy handed me the popcorn and soda, grabbed the moonshine from Bax, and took a much bigger swig than I did. The look Remy gave me when we walked away was a promise…he was telling me he’s not done with me.

I’m confused and stuck between my longing for both of them. Instead of dealing with them, I’ve been avoiding them, which is making it worse.

A few minutes pass, and Tommy starts to relax, becoming almost mellow as he watches the big screen. I focus on the movie, and after a few minutes, his arm is around my shoulder, pulling me closer. Leaning against him, my heart begins to race.

I glance at Tommy, but his focus is on the movie, his hand resting gently on my thigh.

I try to relax, but the chastity belt is like an anchor on my hips. I try to ignore it, and I watch this movie, horrified by how frightening it is.

Eventually, I taste salt on my lips, and I realize Tommy is feeding me a piece of popcorn. I open my mouth and let him pop it in and chew slowly. “You’re not eating, firefly?”

“I’m not hungry.”

I glance at him and his jaw tightens. “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

I don’t deny it. I saw his anger early on and ignored it. “Tommy, are you going to tell me what happened?”

He frowns, then kisses my cheek. “Don’t worry about that. Remy’s a major dick.”

His lips are so soft they are like silk. I turn to face him, and his lips are so close to mine, I know he wants to press them on me but is holding back.

“I’m not going to hurt you like that, Didi.”

His eyes aren’t dark anymore, they are sad again…and lonely, and for a moment, I believe him. Except, I am always the one who ends up hurt.

I cup his cheek just as the poor family gets driven out of the house by the psychotic demon ghost in the movie. “I know but…”

He frowns. “But what, Didi?”

I blink at him a few times. “Did it have something to do with me?”

His fingers graze my neckline. “I told you not to worry about that.”

I sigh, and his hand glides down my shirt, then up again, and I tense when his fingers tickle my bare skin.

He doesn’t seem at all interested in the movie; he seems entirely consumed by me. His hands are roaming, and my heart rate picks up again.

“Stop trembling.”

I hitch a breath. “I can’t help it.”

He turns to face me, all serious. His shaggy hair has fallen into his face. He grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. “Did that hurt?”

He moves my hair off the side of my neck and moves his lips, giving me a small kiss.

Tingles and vibrations shoot through my body, and my heart rate spikes.

“Did that hurt?” he whispers, nuzzling his lips against my neck.

“No,” I breathe.

“Can I touch you now?”

“Tommy--”

His fingers find the buttons of my blouse. He undoes one of them and slips his fingers inside, just under the fleshy part of my breast. His hands are warm and smooth, and he hesitates even though I don’t even flinch. My heart, however, is beating something ferocious.

“Is this what you let Remy do?” he murmurs. “Is that why he wants you?” His hot breath hits my cheek. “Try to relax. None of this is going to hurt.”