“Maybe something for Halloween,” I suggest.
“Okay, but not too scary. I don’t do super scary movies.”
“Have you ever seenZombieland?” I grab the remote and toss it towards her. “It’s not scary. It’s funny, and the zombies kinda fit the October vibe.”
“Okay.” She grabs the remote with her free hand. “What streaming service is it on?”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. Just click on the Moviez4Zer0 app, and you can literally watch anything you want.”
“Moviez4zer0 app?”
“Yeah.” She turns the TV on. “You haven’t been using it?”
“No, I typically just watch cable.”
“Oh, well it’s the first one right there,” I say, pointing.
“Oh, my god! You pirate movies?”
“Huh?”
She puts down her slice of pizza on top of the box and turns to face me. “This is an app for pirated movies. Is it not?”
I shrug. “I guess, but it’s free and they literally have anything and everything you could want on there.”
“Tanner, this is so bad. It’s stealing.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never really thought about it. It’s free, and those streaming apps really add up.” I try to explain, but even I can hear how bad it sounds.
She rubs her eyes. “You were just giving me so much shit for taping my air mattress, and you're over here with this seventy-five inch, high definition, fancy ass TV and a trust fund, and you can’t be bothered to pay for a movie.” She bursts out laughing. “God, the irony.”
“You didn’t seem to care the other day when we watched your movies on it.”
“Because I didn’t know!”
“How about this? If you buy a new air mattress, then I will look into paying for one or two apps and delete the free one.”
She rolls her eyes. “And what about tonight?” she asks.
“Are you sleeping on the taped up mattress tonight or are you going to take my bed and let me sleep on the couch?”
“I’m sleeping in my room. Also, my mattress and your thievery are two totally different things,” she quips.
“My thievery?”
“Yes, I can’t believe I’m living with a common criminal. You think you know a person, and then he shocks you with some horrible admission. I could have you arrested for this.”
“You want to see me in handcuffs, Wren? Because I think we could arrange that without calling the police.” I lean my shoulder against the wall, tipping my lips up to a smirk.
Fuck, what am I doing? And is it just me, or does that look on her face mean she’s thinking about it?
My cock strains below my boxers at the thought of her locking me up and having her way with me.
“Insufferable,” she teases.
