15 15 | All It Took

JOY'S POV

I had no idea what got into me, but the idea of spending the day with Vincent didn't seem entirely bad . . . at least, not at first. I watched him intently as his hand went up, ruffling his hair.

"What should we watch?" I asked, drumming on the table.

He licked his lips and with a flick of an eye, my gaze drifted down to his plump lips. My core tightened, imagining the feel of them between my thighs. Oh my God! What the fuck am I thinking?

"What would you suggest?" he asked.

"Pick a genre," I said, my voice raspy.

"Rom-Com," he said in a breath, and my brows quirked.

"I didn't take you for a Rom-Com guy."

"I love the idea of watching horror movies and having you cling to me while doing so. But I didn’t want to seem too dick-ish.” I burst out laughing at his honesty and he added, “And you didn’t seem like a woman who’s scared of a bunch of ghosts.”

“I’m not,” I said, shaking my head.