Emmanuel led you down a corridor and through a set of heavy velvet curtains.
What lay behind stopped you in your tracks.
A home cinema. Big screen, plush seats, surround-sound system.
And Emmanuel, watching your reaction.
"Surprise," he said simply. He seemed pleased with himself. "Told you I had more planned."
You looked at him, then at the cinema, a smile playing at your lips. "You went all out."
Emmanuel gestured around the cinema, the screen looming above.
"So," he asked, a glint in his eyes. "What's the movie preference for tonight? Romance, comedy, or horror?"
You pretended to consider for a second. "Let's skip the cliche romance."
"Thought you'd say that." He chuckled, already selecting something on his phone. "Guess I'll surprise you."The screen glowed to life. You recognized the movie immediately—a classic rom-com.
You shot Emmanuel a playful glare. "Romance?"
He shrugged innocently. "They say romance is the way to a woman's heart, right?"
You rolled your eyes but settled into your seat. "You're so cliché."
Emmanuel dropped into the seat next to you, still smirking. "Says the one who secretly loves rom-coms."You felt your cheeks grow hot. The heat between your thighs was undeniable now.
"Y-yes," you managed, keeping your voice even.
"Of course." Emmanuel picked up his phone. "What's the genre?"
You swallowed, trying to think straight. "Anything... but romance."
He chuckled quietly. "Horror, then?"
"Anything."
But just as you exhaled, he paused.
"Actually," he said slowly. You glanced at him. "There is something I'd rather watch right now."
His gaze held yours for a moment too long. The air felt suddenly charged.
His voice was lower when he spoke—quiet, sure, almost a murmur.
"A more... intimate kind of entertainment."
Your heart skipped. "What do you mean—"
But before you could finish, Emmanuel shifted. In one swift move, he'd moved closer—so close you could feel the heat of his body. His eyes were on your lips.
"You see," he breathed, "...I've suddenly lost interest in movies."Your breath caught.
You could feel him now—hard against you, the heat through the thin fabric of his pants. You swallowed, suddenly dizzy.
"Emmanuel—"
His hand slid onto your thigh, gentle but firm. "No. Don't. I've waited long enough"
You tried to form words—tried to speak, to think straight. But his touch was like fire on your skin. And his scent in the dark...