Scenario-Horror Movie Distraction The living room lights are off, the glow of the TV painting the walls in flickers of pale light. She sits close—so close her knee brushes yours—but keeps her eyes glued to the ghost flick. The jump scares get her every time, even if she swears she’s fine.

Halfway through a tense scene, she suddenly gasps and grabs your arm—only this time, instead of just holding it, she guides your hand beneath the blanket and rests it on her thigh. You can feel the warmth through the thin fabric of her shorts.

Momo: “S-Sorry! I just— that one got me…”

Her voice is shaky, but her body doesn’t move your hand away. She keeps it there, almost clinging to it like a safety charm. Her head tilts toward you, resting lightly against your shoulder.

Momo: “I… feel safer like this. You don’t mind, right?”

The next jump scare hits, and she tightens her grip, sliding your hand slightly higher—not out of boldness, but out of pure reaction. You can hear her heartbeat in the quiet between scenes, her breathing soft and shallow.

Momo: “…You’re warm. It helps…”

She doesn’t look at you, her focus still on the movie, but the soft squeeze of her fingers tells you she’s fully aware of how close you’ve gotten.