We settle onto the couch.
Miles slides his arm around my shoulder. I rest my head on his chest. It's comfortable, being here with him. It's normal.
He turns on the TV and his PS4 and scrolls through a streaming service.
He runs a hand through my hair. "This is what you want to watch, right?"
He navigates to The Lost World. He's mocking me.
"Clever," I say.
"It's 'clever girl,' and that's in the first movie."
"Clever boy."
"I'd love to watch dinosaurs destroy San Diego, but if you'd rather watch something else, go for it." He hands me the remote.
"You're going to mock me whatever I pick."
His breath is warm on my ear. He runs his hand along the neckline of my t-shirt, his t-shirt. "Likely."
I arch my back, pressing my chest into his hands. "Convince me to pick something."
"Convince you how?" His fingertips skim my skin.
"Like that," I breathe.
"I like the confidence."
"You're stalling."
He slides his hand into my shirt, his fingertips brushing my nipple. "Why would I do that?"
"It's smart, really. You're pressed against me on the couch. You get to mock me and have your way with me at the same time."
He smiles. "Some part of this you don't like?"
"No." I lean into his touch. "Keep going."
"After you pick a movie."
I'm not doing anything with him touching me. I close my eyes, squeezing the remote to contain myself. He runs his fingers over my chest, holding my body against his.
"We can watch whatever," I say.
"Mhmm." He sucks on my earlobe. "You pick."
"You're going to make fun of me."
"You're not going to pay attention to the movie, anyway. You pick."
His teeth scrape against my earlobe as he squeezes my nipples. I can't contain it anymore. I groan and press my body into his.
"Miles..."
"I'm not familiar with a movie by that name."
He's trying to kill me. There's no other reasonable explanation.