I Am The Luna

“The third one.”

“What?”

“That one.” He says and I look at the movie currently ranked third.

“Ah… a mystery thriller. Ok.” I say, switching it on and walking over to the sofa. I sit down, resting my elbow on the armrest, my back a little to him as I look over

at the TV.

Am I really watching a movie with Zade Toussaint.?

Yes, yes I am.

This is insane.

I glance sideways, I can see his long muscular legs stretched out in front of him, see the bulge at the front of his pants before I quickly look at the screen again as the woman’s alarm goes off and she gets out of bed, late for work.

I pull my shirt down, covering my thigh, but it’s not like there’s anything sexy to see here, anyway.

Soon I’m drawn into the movie and I cross my legs after grabbing a chocolate

muffin.

“Want one?” I ask Zade. He turns his head toward me, and I realise he can’t see through his left eye.

“No,” he says as he leans forward and picks up his coffee mug around the rim, my gaze snapping to the band of his boxers that peak out and I avert my gaze.

“How did… how did your eye get hurt?” I ask quietly.

His jaw is taut as he stares ahead. “I don’t remember.”

That’s a lie. There’s no way a person would ever forget something like that.

“You don’t open up, do you?” I say, sliding my legs to the ground, about to lean forward to grab my coffee mug when he places a hand on my bare thigh, stopping me. Sparks course through me and my heart races as his gaze flicks to the table and he reaches forward. Placing his now empty cup down and picking up mine, he holds it out to me.

“Thanks…” I say, feeling a little nervous as I take it.

His hand is still on my thigh, and I’m unable to focus on anything, watching as

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he leans back against the sofa again. I clear my throat, moving my leg slightly and only then does he lift his hand, allowing me to breathe once again.

Goddess…

I sit back, crossing my legs as I lean on the armrest once again, resisting the urge to brush my fingers over my thigh where his touch lingers. We’re silent as we continue watching, and soon I’m fully immersed in the movie

my heart racing as the woman, Beth, goes to meet her friend at the park.

In the middle of the night, yeah, that’s smart when you know there’s a psychol loose in town.

“Are you ok with this movie?” Zade asks me, making me glance over at him.

I cock a brow, as the woman gets out of her car and walks into the woody park.

“Janet? Janet, are you there?!”

“Yeah, it’s not like I’m alone,” I say, shrugging as I place my now empty cup down.

He says nothing and I stare at the screen, the suspenseful music building.

“Oh, she’s going to get killed. The killers are going to be right there waiting for her.” I say in frustration, my heart pounding as I watch in anticipation as the woman steps into the woods, a branch cracking under her foot.

There’s an ominous sound behind her and I tense as she turns, but there’s nothing there.

I let out a breath of relief as the woman sighs in relief and hurries down the path. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Wrong move…” Zade murmurs. I’m about to question him when suddenly the masked killer springs out at her, knife in hand.

I flinch, grabbing onto Zade’s knee, and turning away from the screen as she tries to fight off her attacker.

“She’s as good as dead,” he murmurs, running his fingers through his hair.

“She’s one of the main characters. She won’t die.” I say, not wanting to admit. what looks like an inevitablity coming. She won’t die.

“She ignored her initial instincts, plus without a doubt, it’s her brother,” Zade

says.

“No, it won’t be. He’s got no reason to be the killer, plus he’s done nothing suspicious.”

“And if I’m right?” Zade asks as the gory sounds of stabbing stop, the woman dead, and the scene changes. I look into his eyes suspiciously.

“You’ve watched this movie before, haven’t you?” I ask.

“No. I don’t really watch movies,” he replies.

“Well, stop making everything a challenge. I’m pretty competitive.” I state.

“As am I.”

Our eyes meet, and there’s that tug again.

“Well… I’m afraid Zade Toussaint that I shall not entertain you tonight.” I

whisper, leaning closer to him and slapping his thigh before I turn back to the movie, I think I see a flicker of a smile on his face, but when I glance at him, it’s

as stoic as ever.

I must have imagined it.

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