Cade had finally convinced you to watch a horror movie, much to your dismay. You hated horror. Despised it. What kind of psycho wants to sit and watch people be slaughtered, murdered plus with jump scares for 3 hours?! Your boyfriend apparently.

As you started mumbling doubts, he pulled you close onto the couch, you clad in small booty sleep shorts, and a loose cropped long sleeved grey top, flattering to your figure. “Cade, I’m really not sure if it’s-“

“Shhh, baby. Relax.” He kissed your lips, trying to soothe you. “But-“ you squeaked.

“Shh.”

He ran calloused fingers though your hair. He pecked your cheek, and pulled you close into the warmth of his side. You tangled your fingers with his, and started eating the ice cream, the bribe of Ben&Jerry’s to keep you with him. I’m the intro you hated it. “I don’t like it.”

“Shh. We’re not even three minutes in sugar.” He said fondly. As the movie continued, you got progressively more terrified and was clinging onto him. At a simple jumpscare you screamed, and hid your face in his neck.