Chapter Thirty Five

Halfway through the movie, neither of us are interested. I notice him glancing at me eating a few times every few minutes.

"Look at you. In my car, wearing my hoodie, eating my snacks."

"Hey! You gave them to me. Do you want some?" I ask, with a mouth full of crumbs. He shakes his head and brings a napkin to my face, wiping away the bit of crumbs lining the outside of my lips.

"You're a messy eater. My little Cookie Monster." He says, smirking.

He starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt, causing my eyes to go wide.

He notices and asks "What? This is so fucking uncomfortable," before continuing.

He rips the fabric off and throws it onto the backseat. He stretches a bit and yawns. At this point, his muscles and all his tattoos are on full show.

I wince thinking of the pain of all those tattoos.

"What's that face? It's cute. I'm not complaining."