Hillary
“Yeah, sure,” Georgia answers Ben before I can tell him to f**k off and leave us alone. Let’s be real, I could actually never say that because I like him like a little thirteen-year-old girl with a crush. I hate to admit it, but I do. And there are so many things I like about him, but—
“Ouch…” I wince when Bentley barely hits me as he flies over the couch and sits in between the both of us. Our blanket rests on his lap because he is too long to fold like we did. He steals our popcorn and candy too, but I don’t mind. I like that he is here, sitting so close to me. His freshly showered body scent fills my nostrils. We sit in complete silence watching the movie, and I’m almost surprised that Georgia hasn’t said anything for a while now.
“Excuse me,” I mumble, slipping out of the b
