Sebastian removes his arm from my shoulders, passes me a large red-and-white striped box of popcorn, then grasps my sweaty hand and tugs me through the double doors to cinema number 1.
‘Good thing we got here early,’ he remarks. ‘The theatre is going to be packed. Molly Ringwald is popular.’
‘From the amount of girls here, I’d say it’s probably Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson who are the drawcards,’ I reply snarkily. ‘Where are we sitting?’
Sebastian smirks. ‘The back row.’
I clutch my popcorn tightly, following him down the left-hand row of seats. Dammit, I should have insisted we sit front and centre because I have bad eyesight. I don’t, but people tend to hold hands in the back row and—kiss. I’m not sure I can control myself if Sebastian starts doing that. Hopefully, he wants to watch the movie rather than smooch.
The lights dim, and a guy whoops, causing a collective titter from the girls. After a few movie trailers, the opening credits of the main feature begin, and it’s a relief not to have to sit through twenty minutes of mindless business ads.
I place the popcorn between us, but Sebastian’s a devil. Does he even eat food? From the rustle as a handful of popcorn is scooped up and chewing noises ensue, I have my answer: yep, he eats. It makes him seem more human at least.
Sebastian’s arm briefly brushes mine as he reaches for more popcorn, and I can’t help wondering,What is he thinking? What on earthdodevils think about?
Risking a quick glance at his strong profile, I have no idea. From the slight smile on his lips, he seems to be enjoying the movie. But I can’t relax. Every shift in his seat or sighing noise he makes is distracting. Not to mention the hazard of dual popcorn munching. I try to time my scooping until after he’s dipped into the box, but our buttery fingers occasionally knock into each other and we murmur politely:
‘Sorry.’
‘No, you go.’
‘After you.’
A quarter of the way through the movie, the couple next to me begin snogging; and the wet, sucking noises are really distracting, not to mention embarrassing.
I huff in annoyance.
‘Do you want to swap seats?’ Sebastian whispers.
‘Yeah, thanks.’
So we do a shuffle around, only to have the couple on my left start snogging too.
Sebastian chuckles at my noise of exasperation.
‘This is ridiculous. Why bother even coming to the movie?’ I can’t help whispering.
Sebastian puts his arm around my shoulders and murmurs comfortingly, ‘Snuggle in and try not to worry about it. Here, have a sweet.’
He opens a packet of Jelly Babies and sits them in his lap; and I mindlessly eat and watch, popping them in my mouth, content in our sugar-filled cocoon. Until I grope in the bag, feeling around for a sweet, and realise the packet is empty and I’m groping his cock. He lets out a low grunt and wiggles around in his seat. I know I should stop, but I like that he’s finding it pleasurable, and I lose my mind a little. Sebastian grabs my hand. ‘This movie is about to get X-rated if you keep doing that,’ he whispers.
‘Sorry.’ I slide down in my seat, face flaming.
‘Don’t apologise. We both know I’m always up for some action.’
I huff a groan and cover my face with my hands.
‘Hey, it’s all right. Come here.’ He tips my chin towards him and captures my lips in a kiss. His lips are warm and soft, his breath slightly sulphurous, but sweet at the same time. He licks some butter residue and grains of sugar from the corner of my mouth. ‘Mmm, a full meal,’ he whispers in my ear.
My stomach flips as he kisses along my jaw and back to my lips again. I’m practically hyperventilating from lust as he slides his forked tongue into my mouth and gently strokes it along mine. He’s a great kisser. I knew he would be. I open my mouth wider; and we snog properly, eagerly, like all the other horny couples in the row and make our own wet, sucking noises. He holds theback of my head, pulling me closer, deeper. I’m drowning in him, and I never want it to end—
Suddenly, the lights come on. The movie’s over, and I’m blinking in the sudden assault to my senses as people push past us. Dazedly, I rise to my feet and blindly follow Sebastian out into the early evening air. Honestly, he could take me to Hades right now, and I wouldn’t give a shit. I’d go with him gladly.
He grabs my hand and tugs me into a discreet alleyway where it’s more private. Wordlessly, he wraps his arms around me, and we kiss again. I have no idea what’s going on here, but now that we’ve started, I’m not complaining. My hands snake up under his shirt, feeling the ridges of heated muscle, while he runs kisses up and down my neck. It’s heavenly, and my body is on fire from his touch. I want him. Lucifer, curse me, but I want him badly.
Sebastian pulls back and looks down at me, his burnt-umber eyes glinting.
‘What?’ I whisper.