JASMINE POV
I shouldn't have agreed to this movie.
Because all it did was remind me of another setting. Another room. Another man.
Alaric.
I had been curled up on the couch in his living room, flipping through movie options when he had grabbed the remote from my hand and chosen a film I never would've expected him to watch. A romance.
We had watched in an uncomfortable silence until that cursed scene where the male lead pressed the heroine against the bed and fucked her. I felt Alaric shift beside me.
I turned my head just enough to catch the way his chest rose and fell. The way his fingers flexed against his thigh. The way his eyes darkened, heat simmering behind them as if he had been picturing something else.
Something involving me. Before I felt the hard outline of his erection poking my ankle...
I took a slow breath.
No.
Tonight wasn't for Alaric. It wasn't about him in any way.
Tonight was for Cory.
So, I forced myself to look at him.
To really look at him.
