“How could you not have seenSpaceballs? It’s a cult classic.”
“Is that what we’re watching? I’m so in,” Tristan says when he saunters into the room. Picking me up, he gives me a loud smack on the lips before setting me down. “Fénix is finally asleep. Fingers crossed he stays that way.”
“We’re trying to figure out Aleksei’s favorite movie.”
“Apocalypse Now,” Hendrix says.
Spying the plate of snickerdoodles he’s holding in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other, I pounce on the cookies.
“Jesus, woman. Here.” He lets go of the plate, and I happily cradle it to my body, not planning to share.
“Apparently, it’s kind of a rom-com but not really,” I tell him with my mouth full.
Constantine sneaks in and snags a cookie. “That wasn’t exactly helpful, baby.”
As if the notion is preposterous, Hendrix asks, “Aleksei liked rom-coms?”
“Sleepless in Seattle,” Tristan deduces.
“That’s not a rom-com,” Hendrix interjects.
“It is.”
“Nothing happens between them. At all. The entire movie is just them talking to other people. They don’t even see each other until the very end when they meet up at the Empire State Building.”
“It’s the angst and anticipation that makes it romantic,” I argue.
Hendrix’s blue eyes cartwheel. “That’s not romantic. That’s an hour and a half of me bored out of my mind.”
“But I love that movie.” I chuck a snickerdoodle at him. He catches it one-handed and takes a bite.
“Hint?” Tristan asks.
Aleksander removes his reading glasses and sets them on the arm of the sectional. “It has twins in it.”
Instant light bulb moment. Excitedly bouncing on my toes, I exclaim, “Oh my god! Are you serious?”
“You know what the movie is fromthat?” Tristan says.
“Parent Trap!” Aleksander touches his nose to tell me I’m spot on. “I freaking love that movie!”
I grab the remote for the television, and Hendrix groans with disappointment. “It sounds boring.”
“It has Lindsay Lohan in it.”
Apparently, that changes his mind.
Turning off the main lights but keeping the tree lights on, we settle down on the floor in front of Aleksander. I place the plate of cookies in front of me and lie down on my stomach. Kicking my feet up in the air, I swing them back and forth as I eat and hum the intro music to the movie when it starts playing.
Hendrix lasts five minutes before his attention turns to something else. Me.
Rolling onto his side, he glides a finger down my calf to my knee. “Want to play a game, baby girl?”
My pussy clenches at his seductive timbre. “After the movie.”
Persevering, his fingers seduce their way along the back of my thigh, his thumb tracing the underside of my ass. “You never asked what kind of game I want to play?”
“Hendrix,” I softly warn, but it comes out breathy instead of chastising, my body wanting what he’s insinuating.
