Kane settled onto the bed, pulling the cashmere blanket up to his chest with exaggerated stiffness.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," he muttered, staring at the ceiling. "We're lying in an actual bed. In a movie theater. Who does this?"
Cyrus arranged their truffle popcorn and sparkling water on the mahogany side table.
He twisted the cap off Kane's water bottle, setting it within easy reach before opening his own.
"People who appreciate comfort and privacy."
"Privacy for what, exactly?" Kane shot him a suspicious look. "This better not be some elaborate seduction scheme."
Cyrus reclined beside Kane. The mattress barely shifted under his weight as he positioned himself at a respectful distance, hands folded over his chest.
"I'm simply enjoying an evening at the cinema with you."
Kane turned his head, studying Cyrus's profile in the flickering light from the screen.
