Falling for a John
he breathes against my neck.
My veins pulse, and I'm breathing just as heavily. Shit, this is more difficult than I anticipated.
"Movie," he reminds me.
I nod, but like our previous attempts, only our eyes move. On the small screen, we watch college-aged guys playing baseball in 1980. There's not much action, no superpowers or car chases.
"I'm surprised you like this movie," I comment. Apparently, he's seen it countless times, but he wanted to watch it again with me.
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