“What are we watching?” she asked.
“Some zombie apocalypse movie,” he said with a twist of his lips. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. I had to be careful with my selection so you didn’t read anything into my choice or my intentions.”
“So should I worry that you’ll bite me and infect me with some virulent strain of some super virus?” she said dryly.
He chuckled. “I like your sense of humor, Sophia. It fits mine well. Though some would likely argue that neither of us has one. But I think we fit just fine.”
Her cheeks warmed because no, no one had ever accused her of having a sense of humor, twisted or not.
He laid his arm over the top of the couch, a silent invitation for her to move closer. She hesitated at first, not wanting to be obvious, but she found herself gravitating to
