“That works for me,” he decided and followed her.
She settled cross legged on the cushions and, with her plate balanced on her knee, reached for the remote.After a brief internal debate between couch and chair, he sat on the couch.
When she pulled up the streaming service, he saw she was already on episode two.“Catch me up so I know what’s going on.”
“They’re rivals, and it’s heated.”She thumbed the remote, going back to episode one, and hit play.
“You don’t have to go back for me,” he told her.
“I watched the first episode back in December, so I’ve forgotten most of it anyway.”She set the remote down and picked up her pizza.
“Couldn’t have been that good, if you didn’t keep watching it.”
She shook her head, holding up a finger while she chewed and swallowed.“No, it’s good, I just got busy.But season two is coming out soon, so I have to catch up.”
He nodded, pleased with the way the evening was playing out.Sure, it was only watching a TV show together, but she’d made the move.
It was a start, he decided, and settled in to watch.
Fifty minutes later, he shot her a glare.“You said this was about hockey.”
“It is about hockey,” she replied, gesturing to the screen where the credits for episode one were scrolling.“There was ice and skates and sticks and pucks—”
“This is the horniest thing I’ve ever seen outside of porn,” he interrupted.
She choked back a giggle.“Actually, I think it’s hornier than porn.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“Anyway, you’re straight,” she went on with a reasonableness that was completely negated by the glee dancing in her eyes.“A show with two guys shouldn’t be affecting you.”
“Are you kidding me?”He pointed to his lap, where the fit of his jeans had become very uncomfortable over the last fifty minutes.“Does that look unaffected to you?”
Her eyes dipped down.“Huh.Look at that.”
“You did this on purpose,” he accused.
“I swear I didn’t,” she vowed.“Hey, it’s making me horny too.”
He’d noticed.Her nipples were all but stabbing through her tank top, and somewhere around the half-hour mark, she’d started squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs and shifting in her seat, and it was even more distracting than the action on screen.
“Serves you right,” he muttered.“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Play the next episode.”
She blinked.“You want to watch more?”
“I’m fucking invested now,” he told her.“I have to see if these two dummies are going to figure out their shit and live happily ever after.”
“It’s based on a romance novel,” she told him, her expression delighted.“The HEA is guaranteed.”
“Oh.Well, I still want to see it.”He waved a hand at the screen.“Go.”
They got through episode two, which was somehow even hornier than the first one, and he waved the white flag.
“That’s it, I can’t take anymore,” he declared as the credits rolled.“If you’re going to keep watching, I’m going to bed.”