TWISTED STUBBORN LOVE
My thighs clenched, and I gritted out, “Marley & Me.”
“Put it in.”
Put it—oh, the DVD.
I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
While the opening credits played, I sat as far away from Alex as possible and “casually” placed two throw pillows between us for good measure. He didn’t say anything, but I saw his smirk out of the corner of my eye.
I was so focused on not looking at him I barely paid attention to the movie, but an hour later, when my eyes drooped and sleep beckoned, I was still thinking about his smile.