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I jerked when the scary killer jumped out of nowhere. Whenever I’d jerk, he’d reach down and squeeze my knee. I loved it. It was like he was reassuring me that he’d protect me if the killer jumped out the screen. I’d never had anyone treat me that way before. It was a small action, but it was huge for me.
    His deep chuckle vibrated my shoulder as I covered my eyes when things got too bloody. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good scary movie, but some things are too much.
    There was one point when we stuck our hands in the popcorn at the same time. I pulled my hand back like the popcorn container was full of snakes and he flashed his “I know you want me” smile.
    When we got up to leave he held my hand and I felt like I was in high school again. Holding hands isn’t something I’d ever experienced before tonight and it made me sad to think of all the things I’d missed as a teenager. I’d be sure to make up for all those lost things now, though.
    He opened the car door for me and I slid in. He smiled before shutting the door and making his way around to the driver’s side.
    “OK, so where to now?” he asked.
    “Where ever is fine with me,” I answered.
    “Are you always this easy?” he asked, before he busted out laughing. “You know what I mean…not like that. I mean so easy to get along with.”
    It took me a minute to catch on to what he was saying before I started laughing, too.
    “I know what you mean. OK, fine—um—what about putt putt?”
    “Now that’s more like it! Be prepared, I’m the putt putt king!”
    The rest of the night was a blur. We had so much fun. I was so comfortable with him. We laughed and picked at each other. He ended up not being very good at putt putt after all and that was comedic in itself. He spent most of the night being a complete gentleman: Holding fences open for me, getting me something to drink, holding my putter while I pulled my hair out of my face. It was amazing.
    Later, after I’d won like three rounds of putt putt, we decided it was getting late and left. We talked the entire drive back to my apartment. He asked me questions about myself and I could tell that he actually cared about the answers—he wanted to get to know me.
    He answered my questions as well.
    “What grade’s your sister in?”
    “Jenny’s in tenth grade. She’s a hand full that’s for damn sure. I swear she’s got the mouth of a forty-year-old sailor. Just the other day she got in trouble at school for calling her math teacher an old bitch.”
    I laughed. He had no idea how lucky he was to have a sibling that he was so close to. Something about having a baby sister around really appealed to me, even if she did act like a boy.
    “Tell me about your dad. Are you guys close?”
    Apparently, his dad, Herald, could charm the pants off any lady in town and fix an engine with his eyes closed.
    “Sounds like you’re a lot like your dad,” I smiled.
    “No…I’m not.” He didn’t smile back.
    I dropped the subject of family when he seemed to get tense and changed the subject to classic cars. I watched as he very animatedly talked about his favorites. He was absolutely adorable when he was accidently being himself and not the sexy playboy.
    All in all, it was one of the best nights of my life. I was sad when I saw that we were parked in front of my apartment. I didn’t want the night to end.
     
     

 
    Eight
    An Accidental Attraction
     
                 
    I spent most of the night staring at her tits like I was some wet-behind-the-ears punk. This was not working out in my favor so far. I was supposed to be the one seducing, but her innocence was making me wild. Biting her lip was her nervous tick and I swear to God every time she did it I wanted to bite it, too. It made me uncomfortable as shit and that never happened to me.
    Another surprising thing about Lilly…she was a blast. I was shocked by how much fun I had on our little “fake” date. There was no alcohol,