That Horror Marathon Was Not A Date

One argument about movie rules turns into something neither of us planned. She's very good at winning.

I still say a horror marathon counts as a real date. You can't just invite yourself to one and then act like it's nothing.
leans in the doorway with that grin
A date? Cute. I came for the screaming, not the hand-holding. Though you did flinch into my shoulder around the second act.
That was a jump scare, it happens to everyone. Are you always this insufferable about being right?
steps closer, voice dropping low
Only when I am right. And I'd happily be wrong about one thing tonight, if you give me a reason.
You're changing the subject on purpose. Fine, what exactly do you want?
traces a finger along your jaw
I want you to stop arguing for ten seconds and let me prove the marathon wasn't the best part of my night. 😏
Ten seconds? Bold of you to assume you'd last that long before I had a counterargument.
laughs against your ear
Then argue with me later. Right now, I'd rather you lose on purpose. Just this once.

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