“Speak for yourself,” Camden mutters. Then he inhales loudly. “Fine. Whatever.” His gaze lands on me, his brow arched. “What’s on your list? Just theHome Alonemovies?”
“No, but we should probably finishHome Alone 2. Then we can watchHome Alone 3.” I give him a feral smile. “After that, we can make dinner.”
“Please tell me there are other movie options for after dinner.” He continues studying me, his intensity setting my skin on fire.
“Absolutely. I’ll even let you pick.” I hold his gaze, refusing to back down.
Logan plants a kiss on my temple. “Sounds good.”
Camden hauls himself up, keeping his gaze averted. “I better get myself a beer. I’m gonna need it to survive all these cheesy movies.”
“Bring some for us too,” Logan calls as his friend stomps toward the kitchen.
“Not for me,” I chime in. “I don’t drink this early.”
Camden stops in his tracks and smirks at us. “Get your own,” he says to Logan. “You’re a big boy.”
With a sigh, Logan releases me and stands. “And he’s being a big, fat baby,” he mumbles as he follows Camden.
Home Alone 2is a hit. Within minutes, the atmosphere in the room relaxes. We talk and joke, mostly about the movie and its actors. It’s comfortable, even. I drink juice, and the boys drink beer.
Once the movie is over, I go to the kitchen for snacks. A second later, Logan joins me.
“Finally.” He pads across the room, eyes fixed on me. “A moment alone.”
He backs me against the kitchen counter, his hands on my hips, his breath hot on my skin as he captures my lips with his. The kiss is slow and sweet, the alcohol on his tongue making me a little dizzy.
Until a sudden thud startles us.
Camden stands beside the fridge, another beer bottle in his hand. “Sorry,” he grumbles as he strides out of the room.
“Is he always like that?” I whisper. “Or is it because of me?”
Logan slides a hand through his hair. “Not exactly…” He winces. “And yeah, it might be because of you.”
My stomach sinks, but I shrug off the sensation. “He hasn’t been a fan since we first met, so I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“I don’t think…” He shakes his head. “Don’t let him get to you. It’ll be fine.”
“If you say so.” I force a smile. “He’s your best friend.”
With one more peck to my lips, Logan snags another beer from the fridge and heads out of the room.
When I’m alone, I let my shoulders droop. Why does Camden have to make everything so difficult? Ugh. Bedtime cannot come fast enough.
In the living room, I put onHome Alone 3and cuddle with Logan. Every time he laughs, the sound reverberates through my body, bringing a smile to my face and a fuzzy feeling to my stomach. I’m calmer, happier, than I’ve been in months. Not even Camden’s constant scoffs and complaints about how this movie pales in comparison to the first two can ruin my mood.
When the credits roll, Camden, who’s refused to sit on the couch all day, shifts, glancing up at me from the floor. “What’s next? Since you’re the one set on this movie marathon.”
“Should we make dinner before we start another movie?” I ask, ignoring his question.
“I’m in.” Logan stands.
Camden holds my gaze. “Me too. But first, I’d like to know what we’re going to watch next.”
“I have the perfect movie, and I bet you’ve never seen it.” I grin, leaning back against the cushions. “How aboutIvan Vasilievich Changes His Profession?”
Logan tips back the last of his beer. “Wait—what?”
