Me hiding in my closet underneath a pile of blankets is probably not the chill part of tonight's plan.
This is why I should not be allowed to text guys. I'm too reckless. I agree to stupid things.
"What did you decide on?" I ask hesitantly. Please no horror movies. Oh God, what if it's Cujo?
"I called my sister in Texas, and she suggested this." He pulls out a DVD case from behind his back.
I use a few seconds to puzzle it out because I'm pretty sure DVD cases are too big for a man's back pocket. Unless he's hiding a massive fanny pack back there, that case has been down his pants.
A place I hope to one day become acquainted with. I'm way too wrapped up in thoughts of where this case has touched to give it my attention, but I sneak a peek at the cover. Looks harmless enough.
A simple
