A lazy smile fell on me. “What do you like to do?” I hiccuped, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. “Um, well. Definitely not the movies. I’ve never actually seen one—” I gasped as he wrenched my pillow away, rolling on top of me and pinning my arms to the floor. “You have never seen a movie?” “No—what are you doing?” I burst into a fit of alcohol-induced laughs as he rubbed his nose against mine. “Addie, I am four hundred fucking years old and I see a movie once a week. What the hell have you been doing with your life?” “I don’t know—oh god, you’re crushing me.” He pushed up, no longer
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