SERAPHINA’S POV
Raising a brow, I watch as he waves the movie in his hands, a smile plastered on his face. He looks like an excited kid, trying to hold back the underlying urge to chuckle.
“A horror movie? That’s your punishment?”
“Why? You scared of a little horror?” He asks, walking over to his laptop and putting the flash drive in, setting everything up and pausing to look at me.
“Or were you expecting something riskier and more devious?” He winks at me mischievously, and I roll my eyes, ignoring the second statement.
“I eat and breathe horror. It’s the best genre in my opinion.” I say as a fact, walking closer to the stack of duvet and sitting on it.
It’s surprisingly comfortable.
“Oh, wow. The human girl isn’t scared of demons and zombies. I’m impressed.” He comments with a lig
