“Like what you see?” He smirked and ran his hand down his chest.
“Ugh. Don’t you dare start that.” I licked my lips. He grinned and pulled the sheet up to his armpits. “It’s a crime how hot you are. You know that, right?”
“Same with you, my sexy kitten.”
I giggled.
“Yeah, that sounded way better in my head.” He pointed to the door. “Go and shower. Otherwise, I’m going to yank you back in here, and neither of us will get to class.”
“Are we still hanging out tonight?” I hated how small my voice sounded.
“Yeah.” He sat up. “Why? You don’t want to anymore?”
“No, I do. But it’s Halloween and the parties…”
“I already told you I was done with that for a while. Besides, you promised me scary movies and lots of screamy Jules tonight.”
I’d told him about my Halloween tradition of watching scary movies and terrifying myself. Ash apparently loved all things horror, so tonight was most likely going to be embarrassing as all hell for me.
“Be careful what you wish for. Screamy Jules is also a cuddle bug.”
“Good.” He raked his gaze up and down my body, heat flashing in his eyes. “Go shower, Jules.”
I swallowed and nodded, bolting out of the room before I did something stupid like jump on him.
His phone alarm went off, loud enough to pass through the walls.
It was going to be a long-ass day, that was for damn sure.
* * *
“So, what are we watching tonight?”Ash settled on the bed next to me.
“Insidious. And if I’m not screaming and crying like a toddler when it’s over,The Conjuring.”
Ash grinned. “Damn, you’re going for the big guns tonight.”
I opened a bag of wasabi peas he’d bought on the way home from school.
“Holy shit, those’ll clear the sinuses.” I blinked rapidly and shoved the bag at him. My entire face burned like I’d just inhaled fire.
“Wasabi will do that to you.” He took the bag with a chuckle. “I recommend not sniffing it.”
“And you’re going toeatthose little fire pellets?”
“They don’t taste as strong as they smell. You like sauerkraut?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Then you’d best stick to the popcorn.”
He handed me the bag I’d popped before coming to his room.
“You think anyone will knock on our door to trick-or-treat?” I dug a handful of kernels out of the bag.
“Probably not. I’ve never seen any kids around here.”
“I’ve never seen anyone who lives in the building. Other than that guy on the first floor.”