"Sounds fun, but I'm not one to have just one bite of anything. Especially weenies." I turned back to the movie like nothing had happened.
Clay snorted and laughed. "You did not just say that shit."
"She did." Emily piped in and snuggled up against me, causing me to have to move over a little more toward Brody.
"Sorry," I mumbled at him and shoved my mouth full of popcorn.
"Payback is hell, baby girl." He glanced over at me and smirked. "Should be fun, though."
"Shhh...I'm trying to watch this." Dedra turned from the floor in front of the TV and glared at us.
"We should make the boys watch the chick flick. Really. I want to see Brody suffer." I turned to look at Cindy and Derek, hoping for some support.
"Keep denying him. That'll do more than the movie could hope to." Daniel glanced back and laughed before his eyes got wide as we laughed. "Sorry, dude. Just kidding around."
"Right." Brody sunk into
the couch and turned his attention toward the TV as the creepy music started.
"You almost look cute when you pout," I whispered and watched him for another second while he ignored me. "Almost."
I tried to focus on the movie, but it was so hard with him next to me. The slightest movement, and my attention was back on him. His arm brushed by mine several times, and dammit if I didn't feel like I was in junior high again. He didn't seem to notice at all, but I was sure it was part of his game.
A scream ripped from me as I glanced back to the TV screen and Jason popped out from under a bed, leaving my heart racing and goosebumps all over my arms and legs.
"Fuck," Emily yelled beside me.
I laughed and glanced over to find Brody chuckling.
"Not funny." I moved to the edge of the couch and got up, taking the popcorn with me. "Anyone else want a beer?"
Several hands went up, and I counted them before I walked into the kitchen. My heart racing over the movie was almost a relief to the fact that my pulse kept spiking over Brody.
"Need some help?" The softness in his voice was out of place, and not a good thing, at all.
"Yeah. Sure." I glanced over my shoulder to watch him watching me.
"You look good tonight, by the way. I know it sounds like a come-on, and I've been trying not to tell you all night, but I figure I might as well get it over with and let the next round of berating start." He smirked as I pulled a few beers from the fridge and sat them down on the countertop next to me.
"Berating?" I took a few steps toward him as desire rolled through me. His white polo shirt looked good against his summer tan and blond hair. I should have been running from the room screaming at the thoughts that drove through me, pounding in the need to relent to him.
"Yep." He reached around me, his shoulder brushing by my breasts. "You seem to have it out for me for some odd reason."
"Not really. I'm just not interested. I've said that a few times, though." I stiffened as he moved closer.
"Something tells me that you're fighting a good fight where I'm concerned." He touched the bottom of my chin, lifting my head a little. "Why not relent? I'm not a bad guy."
"How many women have you slept with this summer so far?" I lifted my eyebrow at him, enjoying the firm press of his fingers more than I should have.
He smirked. "Back to sex, hm? Always sex with you, Cora."
"You know what I mean." I moved back, but not far. The nearness was stimulating in a way that I wasn't ready to walk away from just yet.
"No, I don't." He reached out and brushed his fingers over my hip as he took the last step between us. "And, why can't it be a summer affair filled with fun and laughter? Beers and movies? Why have you already written it off as one night in the sack and that's it? You don't think there's more to me that a night of fucking?"
I felt like shit. I was doing exactly what I'd expected him to do.
"No, I mean, yes. Ugh. Fuck. I don't know." I pushed at his chest. "And, stop crowding me. You smell too good for that."