You’ve hated horror movies ever since the first time you saw one. Even the tiniest jump scare gave you a near heart attack, and in that moment, you swore to never watch one again.

But what don’t you do for someone you like?

It was your first date with Drew. After dinner, he told you he had a movie picked out, but if you weren’t into it, you could choose something else. You didn’t want to make a bad impression, so you reassured him twice that the Conjuring sounded great.

He put it on and got comfortable on the couch while you sat next to him, already on edge. You were stiff, alert, bracing yourself for what was coming. There was a little bit of space between the two of you, mostly because you weren’t in that cuddling stage yet, but your body didn’t really care about that.

At the first jump scare, you basically threw yourself into his side, heart racing. He let out a soft laugh but immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting you hide your face in his chest.

“You could’ve just told me if you wanted to watch something else,” he said, voice low.

“Didn’t want to be difficult already,” you mumbled, face still pressed against him.

You peeked at the screen every now and then, only to hide your face again the moment the music got creepy or something popped up.

After a while, Drew gently ran his hand over your arm and muttered into your hair, “You know, I kind of figured you’d get scared and come looking for comfort. I just put this film on to be close to you.”

“Well… mission accomplished,” you whispered, still snuggled safely against him.