She told herself to chill. She'd watch the movie, drink a beer, then meet Jeff and work this overwhelming horniness out of her system.
And the guys were right. Hitchcock was the much better choice.
"I never figured out Good Will Hunting," Cam said. "I mean, he drops his whole life and leaves his family to run off across the country, chasing this girl when he doesn't even know if it's going to work out."
"Leaves his family?" Mina said. "He was an orphan."
"His friends were his family," Cam said with such intensity that her heart twisted. She knew Cam's story. He'd grown up with his grandmother and sister because both his mother and father had walked out.
"Well, I think it's romantic," she said. "He was taking a risk for love. That was the point."
"And what about her?" Cam continued. "When he lands on her doorstep, how is he going to know if she really wants him there, or if she just feels obligated since he gave up everything to follow her?"
"Dude," Darryl said, "you have way over-analyzed that movie."
"Maybe Cam should give my lecture," Mina joked, resisting the urge to reach over and squeeze his hand. She might be delving too deep into pop psychology, but she couldn't help but think that Cam saw his own life in that movie.
"Hitchcock," Cam said. "I'm putting my foot down."
"You're sexy when you're commanding," Darryl joked, making Mina roll her eyes even though, silently, she kind of agreed.
Ultimately, they settled on Psycho, and even though it was tame by modern standards--and even though Mina had seen it dozens of times--she still cringed and pulled up her afghan during the infamous shower scene. And when she finally relaxed and stretched out again, her feet bumped into Cam's on the ottoman.
She jumped, still edgy from the scene, and he grinned at her. "What? You think I'm going to attack?"
"I think you're on my side of the footstool."
"Your side? Girl, you gave it up when you abandoned the ottoman during your scream-a-thon." He gave her shin a light kick. "This ottoman is mine now. The United Ottoman of Cameron."
She kicked him back. "Not hardly," she said, then squealed when he shoved her feet toward the edge, setting them both off into a full-fledged foot war for ownership of ottoman. A war so intense and hard-fought that they were both laughing so much they didn't even hear Darryl until he finally paused the movie.
"You two going to play footsies all night, or do you wanna finish the flick?"
She froze--her legs twined with Cameron's as their hands also battled for ownership of the afghan that now covered them both. It was fun and intimate and just a little sweet.
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bsp; A few days ago, she would have thought nothing of it.
Tonight, though...
Tonight, his heavy breathing seemed sensual, not the result of silly exertion. And the fire in his eyes suggested passion, not playfulness. She was seeing him in ways she shouldn't--in ways that were pure fantasy.
Oh, no...
A split second later, she'd untangled herself and all but leaped to the middle of the couch.
Cam, she noticed, had done the same, launching himself the opposite direction so that he was practically sitting on the armrest.
"Sorry," she said to Darryl. "Just screwing around. Fooling around, I mean. Just being a goof." Thank God it was dark because her cheeks felt on fire.
"Start the movie," Cam said, and Mina had no idea if he looked at her or Darryl because her eyes were locked straight ahead on the screen.
By the time the final credits rolled, Mina's heart rate and breathing had settled again, but she'd processed none of the movie. Thank goodness she'd seen it a zillion times, because if anyone walked in now and asked her to recite the plot, the moving pictures that had flashed across the screen for the last couple of hours would have been no help whatsoever.
"It's almost ten," Cam said, "and I'm starving. You guys want to grab a late bite? I'm thinking pancakes at Magnolia." The twenty-four-hour eatery had two locations, one just a few miles from the house.
"Honestly, I'm beat," Darryl said. "But I'll take a rain check for sometime this weekend."