She closes the notebook and sets it to the side. "Psychological thriller."
"Wants to escape a family of career criminals, is writing about them." I chuckle and lean back in my seat, crossing my arms so I don't have the urge to reach for her. "Why would you do that?"
"No other way to escape this hellscape. I'm going to be horrifically behind in school after this."
"Got a computer for you, actually. Locked down. You can do your schoolwork, but that's about it. Waiting in your room."
Except it's not her room. It's my room that she seems to have taken over. It's not like it's occurred to her to go sleep in another room, and I can't bring myself to mind. Not when I spend each night in one of the guest rooms, staring at the ceiling, maybe fisting my cock and getting off to the thought of her naked in my bed.
Summer whips around to look at me, her eyes wide. "Why would you do that?"
"You said it yourself. There's nothing else to do in this hellscape." I smother the smile and reach out to tap the notebook. "Is this what you want to be doing instead of law school?"
"Not really. I like writing, but I really like law." She takes the notebook from me, tossing it well out of my reach. "And writing is a hobby. It's like what I do to get away from it all, but law is what I want to do with my life."
"Don't think I've ever had a hobby."
Summer's eyebrows climb high as she twists in her seat to fully face me, making herself comfortable. "How the hell are you as old as you are without having a hobby?"
"Spent a lot of my life learning to kill people and preparing to run the family one day. Wasn't much time for anything else while I was doing that."
She gets up and holds out a hand. "Come on."
"What the hell do you think we're going to do?"
"We're going to go find you a hobby." She grabs my hand, trying to drag me to my feet.
I resist at first, finally getting up with her. "I don't know what you think is going to happen, but I don't have the time for hobbies. Not right now."
Her hand stays in mine as she grabs the notebook before dragging me back into the house. "Well, maybe you'd feel less tired with everything if you did have a hobby and something else to do. Your first hobby is going to be watching movies."
"I really don't have time to sit down and watch a movie."
She scoffs, her hand squeezing mine tighter like she's afraid I'm going to let go of her and leave. "Everybody has time to sit down and watch a movie, and since I can't picture you as being the kind of guy that's going to like laser tag, this is what we're doing instead."
I bite back a smile as she marches us through the house and to the home theater. Though I had it put in a long time ago, I don't think I've ever watched anything in here.
Summer hauls me to the front row of seats, pushing me down in one before taking the other one beside me. She pulls the lever to get the footrest up before snagging a remote off the little table between us.
"We're going to watch this one. She's got no short-term memory. He wants to go study whales. It's perfect."
"His head looks like an egg."
She gives me a smile like I said exactly the right thing before hitting the buttons on the remote to black out the rest of the room. As soon as it's dark and the lights are synced to the movie, she presses play.
And I sit there for the length of the entire thing, chuckling every now and then.
There's something about someone getting beat up with a bat that's just funny. Or maybe it's the way Summer laughs with her whole chest at the movie, tears leaking out of her eyes even though she can quote it line for line.
That movie ends, and she puts on another. Something with far too many men in tights.
I lean back in my seat, spending more time watching her than watching the movie.
When that movie ends too, she turns to me. "So, what did you think about the first foray into hobbies?"
"Movie watching doesn't seem to be too bad."
"Good, because there's this entire franchise about dinosaurs I have to show you, and I'm going to need to know what you think, but maybe that could be the plan for tomorrow."