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“Thirty-six. You?”
“I’ll be twenty-four next month.” We both settle into the chairs, she’s on the right of me as the lights get lower, and everyone starts to quiet down.
Nearly a thirteen year difference between us two. She’s younger than I thought. But for some reason, it doesn’t concern me. And apparently it doesn’t concern her either to learn how much older I am than her.
We watch the previews in silence while the theater starts to fill up with other people. By the time the previews dwindle down, there’s only about twenty or thirty other people in the theater with us, but no one in our row.
“I really hope this doesn’t disappoint,” she says, giving me a side eye and a small smirk.
“You mean, you want to get scared?” I ask.
“Well, isn’t that the point?” She pulls on her skirt a little and I can’t help but notice the little goosebumps pebbling over her skin.
“Uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s just colder than I anticipated. Shouldn’t have worn this stupid thing.”
“I think it looks good on you.” I’m not lying. She looks sexy as hell but I will admit that it’s extremely distracting.
“Shhhh.” Someone from a lower level reminds us to be quiet.
“Here.” I take off my jacket and hand it to her. She lays it across her legs and smiles, not risking to say anything else that would get us shushed again.
Right before the movie starts, I find myself struggling to keep my hands still. I’m not one to fidget much, but on instinct, I want to wrap my arm around her shoulders or place my palm on her thigh. I know I can’t do that though, without looking like a creeper. So I lean over to whisper, “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.” She gives me a little nod before I disappear.
Rushing as calmly as possible to get to the concession line, I try to steady myself. I’m like a fucking teenage boy on his first date.What the hell is wrong with me?
I pay for the popcorn—I hate popcorn, by the way—and head back into the theater. I get to my chair, and she doesn’t even budge.
About forty five minutes go by, and, really, the movie is kind of lame. I still have half a bucket full of the buttery snack, she’s eaten more than I have. She’s also jumped a few times, nudging me here and there, getting closer and closer every time. Which I won’t complain about.
“I’m sorry this movie sucks,” I whisper over to her.
“Don’t be. I’m enjoying it.” She settles into her chair, pretty snuggly against my side with my jacket laid over her like a blanket.
“You are?” But before she can respond, a masked killer jumps out at the female actress sending DJ screaming with a few other movie-goers and jumping nearly into my lap.
“Holy shit,” she whispers with her head tucked into my shoulder. I reach between us to pull up the arm rest so it isn’t digging into her side, and she takes full advantage by scooting closer into me, the intimacy of the gesture creates a flood of something visceral within me.
The next scene is a fight between the female and the killer, and with every little screeching sound effect or jump scare, DJ digs herself deeper into me, her face deep into my neck.
Her breathing is rapid, scared, uncontrolled as she attempts to hide in my embrace. The warm air escaping her mouth frantically gives my dick a tingle, making it erect, raging in my pants. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer as the scene continues.
Suddenly, the movie becomes quiet. She turns her head slightly out of my neck to peer at the screen, the female is now sitting on the ground in front of a tree, pitch black takes over the night sky as she tries to control her breathing, wondering where the masked man went.
“You good?” I whisper.
“Mm-hmm.” She nods her head but then without warning, the masked man jumps out from behind the same tree the female is hiding behind and DJ jumps and knocks over the bucket of popcorn all at the same time.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” She leans over my lap to pick up the bucket, her hand landing in my lap, and I jump at the feeling of her touch. Fuck, she has to feel that I’m hard. How embarrassing.
Someone in the crowd shushes us at our commotion, and I place my hand on the bucket, stopping her from trying to pick up her mess. Her face is red at the realization of her palm placement and quickly retracts.
“It’s okay. I got it.” I grab the bucket and she pushes herself back up to sitting position.
“I can be such a klutz sometimes,” she speaks softly, ignoring my obvious erection she accidentally groped.
“I don’t mind.” I settle back into my seat next to her. There’s more of a distance between us than there was when we started. Did this just get awkward?
