If there was one thing that absolutely fucking terrified you, it was scary movies. Since before you could remember they had left you unable to sleep and leaving the light on while you slept (if you were able to). Overall, October was a month that you spent avoiding the horrible decorations and horror movies.

It has been stupid of you to agree to watch some horror film with Conrad. But, he had the entire day and he'd wanted to watch a few movies with you. To your horrible luck, they were all scary movies. The gore didn't bother Conrad one but. How could it? Nothing made him squirm. He had been a Navy Corpsman in Afghanistan and now he was physician resident. He was invincible to the jump scares and all of the little things that made the hair on the back of your neck sit up.

A jump scare had you squealing and clinging to Conrad, not like he minded it. Not one bit. Every time you would flinch or squeeze his arm, he was there. His body didn't flinch and he didn't scream. He was calm, you were the complete opposite. It was infuriating. How did he react so well whenever you screamed until your throat went dry?

"It's not real," He murmured against your ear. His warm breath fanned over the expanse of skin on your neck. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He added, trying to assure you.