Chapter 7

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"Hey girl!" I hear Noah's voice and I turn to see him grinning. I gaze as the whole family comes in the kitchen with bags in hands.

"I have an idea for tonight. Do you have any plans for the night?" My uncle asks.

"No, we're just going to stay in tonight," Jacob explains and sits in a chair next to Noah.

"You?" He turns his attention to Noah who shakes his head negatively.

"Well, what do you say? A movie night?" He proposes and both of his sons stand up and start exclaiming titles.

"When they were kids, we used to gather at home and watch a movie every Saturday. We would order pizza and all. So, now every once in a while, we do the same." My aunt explains and I grin.

"You should call Corbyn," My uncle adds and I immediately turn to him with pure shock in my eyes.

"Sure," Jacob agrees and fishes his picket for his cell phone. I feel anxious all of a sudden and I start biting my lip.

"Movie night, are you in?" Jacob says and he laughs after a few seconds. "Don't be late!" he warns and ends the call.

"Is he coming?" Noah asks. Please no...

"Of course he's," Jacob murmurs and my eyes widen. I have to calm down; he's coming to see a movie with us. What can possibly go wrong?

We start taking seats and I choose to seat next to Noah. My uncle switches off the lights of the living room and the movie starts playing. After a few minutes, we hear the doorbell and my aunt goes to the door. As she moves, I find myself biting my lip again, my annoying habit when I'm nervous. Why is he making me feel that way?

"Tell me you did not start it without me!" Corbyn's voice echoes around the room.

"I told you not to be late," Jacob snaps at him and I hear Noah giggle.

"Hello! I had to fucking bring the damn pizza!" He complains.

"It just started. Come on," My aunt tells taking the pizza and she comes towards us, followed by Corbyn. I glare around and see that the only seat free is beside me. He walks casually before he sits down.

"How many people have died yet?" He asks and my forehead creases in confusion.

"None," My uncle replies laughing.

"Oh, God," He murmurs as he takes off his jacket and then his cologne fills my nostrils. I breathe and bite my lip; he smells amazing. It's like this natural scent is mixed with the cologne and the combination is almost addictive.

He lays a little bit more; his left mine touch mine and I inhale sharply. I debate if I should scooch over so that he can't touch me or stay like this. I don't want to accept that he affects me in some way and I won't give him that kind of satisfaction so, I don't move an inch. At least that is what I told myself, not because I liked to feel him close to me.

"NO!!!" I hear a woman yell and then I see a knife in the killer's hand ready to stab her in the heart but before I can see anything else, I turn around and cover my face with the pillow. Corbyn grabs the pillow and looks at me with his eyebrows raised.

"Don't tell me you're scared of some blood," he whispers and I look around, something that makes him laugh.

"By the way, is there something to drink?"

"Nope, no drinking tonight" My uncle exclaims.

The movie is spent silently and I think I caught Corbyn glance at me a few times but I'm sure it's my imagination. I, on the other side, have glanced too many times for my own good but the last fifteen minutes I have kept my eyes on the screen. Although, I prefer watch him than the movie.

He turns to me and I feel his gaze at me for more than a few seconds and before I can stop myself, I turn to him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't see the damn movie for the next ten minutes," He whispers staring at me and I frown. A small smile starts to form in his lips but I turn to the Tv despite his advise and then, the unknown killer begins hitting a woman causing her to yell at the impact.

I turn abruptly and grab the pillow I used before from Corbyn's lap and bury my face in it. I hear him giggle at my reaction. A wave of confidence washes over me and I swat his upper arm to make him stop. Unfortunately, it has the exact opposite effect, he starts laughing leaning his head back. I allow myself to look at him for more than two seconds and see how carefree he's. He looks much younger now.

I keep hiding my head in the pillow as I feel my eyes getting heavy. It must be late and I feel tired. Sleepiness claims me and shut my lashes for a few seconds.

I feel some movement under my head and I frown. I unlock my eyelashes slowly and see that I'm still at the couch and the movie still plays. I feel the same movement again and then the realization hits me like a wrecking ball.

I've leaned into Corbyn so that my head rests in his left shoulder. I feel my inside tightens and I melt when I realize that he didn't push me off. I thought he would wake me up and tell me to move over. But he didn't. Maybe I should move now that I'm awake? When I decide that it's better if I move, he leans and puts his head over mine.

And that was it. I close my eyes and decide to stop fooling myself. I know that it's so good to be able to feel him and smell his scent the more time I can. Thus, I drift off again to a sweet and comfortable sleep right next to him.

"What are you doing?" I listen to Corbyn whisper next to my ear and cause me to wake up.

"I'm waking her up," Noah explains. No, I don't have the strength to go upstairs.

"Don't," He snaps.

"How is she supposed to go to her bed?" Noah asks him again a little annoyed.

"She can sleep in here," My uncle murmurs softly and I try to open my eyes but they disobey me.

"It's better for her to sleep in her bed," My aunt speaks.

"Fine," I hear Corbyn breathe and then I feel two strong arms wrap around my body; one under my knees and the other in my back.

"What are you doing?" Noah asks.

"What does it looks like I'm doing?" Corbyn snaps and I swear he's rolling his eyes at him.

He moves as he goes upstairs with me in his arms and I'm enjoying this way too much to force my eyes to open. He manages to open the door and he gently puts me to my bed. He covers me with the blanket and when I think he has left, I feel his fingers caress my cheek, and just like that, he vanishes, leaving me in a mess of confusion and shock.

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