“Triplets thing. It happens a lot.” He brushes it off like it’s no big deal.
Okay then …
Thinking clearly, I search my brain for something “interesting” to tell them.
“I love reading,” I answer. “That’s about it.”
It’s weird how confident I feel around these two. To anyone else, I would cringe as I told them my reading habits.
Elijah nods and leans his back against the headboard. “What’s your favorite genre?”
“Romance.”
He laughs and smiles.
He has a cute smile.
“Figures,” he mutters.
“Why’s that?” Amelia questions before I can.
“Every girl likes romance books. It’s practically in your blood.”
“Yeah, Mr. Confident? Let’s see if you can guess what my favorite book is.”
He laughs and looks over at me like I’m stupid. “Twilight, of course.”
I’ve never read it, which is stupid of me because it’s practically a classic now. It’s definitely high on my To Be Read list. I’ve only watched the movie thousands of times.
It’s my turn to laugh. I look over at Amelia and wink at her. “My favorite book is actuallyIt, but good try.”
Scoffing, he rolls his eyes and head in disbelief. “No way. I don’t believe you.”
“It’s okay. I know you’re sad that you’re wrong,” I tease him and raise an eyebrow.
“Bet,” he says and picks up the TV remote. “Let’s watch it since you’re not scared of it.”
Shit, this backfired on me. I wanted to prove a point that not all girls love romance. Oh God … why did I put myself in this position?
I’m going to pee my pants. I hate everything scary. Sometimes, I find myself stupidly scared of my own shadow. I don’t care if you call me cliché. I hate being scared more than anything.
I won’t let him win. I refuse to raise his ego. I’ll put on my best acting skills and show him scary movies don’t faze me.
“Deal,” I reply strongly and look toward the TV.
Amelia gasps from beside me. “I don’t want to watch a scary movie—”
“We don’t care,” he interrupts when he finds the movie on demand and presses play.
Here goes nothing …
Jesus, please be with me.
* * *
“Holy shit, I’m going to shit my pants,” Amelia mutters in my shoulder as she hides her face in fright.
I want to tell her,Ditto, but I can’t. I won’t lose.
