You tossed popcorn at Steve’s head. “You’re the worst movie picker ever.”

He laughed, catching a piece mid-air. “Excuse you, this is a classic.”

“It’s terrible.”

“Then stop watching,” he teased, stretching an arm across the back of the couch.

You shot him a look. “Nice try, Harrington.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Did it work?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was already racing. “Maybe.”