I Hate That I Love You
Chapter 9
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Carly's POV
I clutched the pillow closer, ready to cover my eyes with it, as I watched Shia LaBeouf enter his neighbor's house looking for his pretend mother in the movie Disturbia.
Yes, Disturbia is a suspense film, not a horror movie, but it didn't stop me from shaking with fear. I hated movies that included crazy scary shit, fucked up little girls, and murderers. Add the fact that a real murderer is after me in real life, I am terrified.
Who picked this movie anyway?
I looked to my left, at the culprit, where Blake sat smugly on the other side of the couch with a smirk on his face, clearly noticing my discomfort. I frowned. He knows that I dislike scary movies. How inconsiderate of him to play something like this when I'm the real life version of the movie.
The part where Shia saw the dead bodies in the basement that was filled with water came up and I screamed. After my shouts of curses died down, I heard Blake's laughter.
I turned to him with fury in my eyes. "You think this is funny?" he just nodded. "I could end up like one of those dead bodies, you know."
That last sentence shut him up and he turned back to the movie. I saw him clench his hands into fists till they turned white. His handsome face was scrunched up into a scowl.
The fight scene between Shia and the killer was playing and I covered my eyes with the pillow, scared that more dead bodies would appear.
"Come here."
I peeked at Blake from the side of the checkered throw pillow. "What?" I asked him even though I clearly heard what he said.
I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to do. I'm sure he doesn't mean come and sit next to him... Right?
I didn't want that cliche thing where the girl cuddles up next to her boy during a scary movie and they end up making out and doing the hanky panky.
Hell, no! That won't happen. I was to keep my distance from Blake Bradley.
Suddenly, someone in Disturbia screamed and I couldn't help but throw myself into Blake's already open arms. Mentally kicking myself for having such a big weakness towards him, I tried to pull away but he held me closer.
His left arm was around my lower body, his hand gripping my waist, while his other hand was laid between my shoulder blades. I had no idea how my arms ended up around his waist but it was comfortable there.
I tried to avoid eye contact and kept my gaze on the television but I couldn't focus on the movie anymore. I was well aware of his eyes on me and his breath hitting my neck, sending shivers up my spine.
I smelt his soapy scent mixed with mint and I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, loving the way he alway smelled so good. I slowly scooted closer to him and rested my head on the crook of his arm to get closer to the main source of the attracting odor.
Keeping my eyes closed, I reminisced in the memory of how his body felt when we were intimate. He was so warm. He felt like home, like safety.
I remembered running my hand through the outline of his abdominal muscles and how hot he had felt at my touch. I couldn't help but fiddle with the shirt, that he was currently wearing, that kept me from feeling.
A moment of weakness passed, once again, as I gave in to my fantasy and slipped my hand under his shirt. I felt the trickle of hair that trailed down from his belly button. I moved my hand up higher and sighed when I felt his muscles tense under my fingertips.
