A particularly b****y scene popped up on the television, causing me to look away as John giggled at my reaction, pulling me in closer to him. I looked up to him and squinted, sending him a dirty look as he laughed even more, leaning down to press his lips against mine while focusing on the flickering television as a piercing scream came out of it.
"It's as if you take some sort of sick joy out of seeing me squeamish at the sight of blood," I growled jokingly, prodding him in the stomach as he twitched away from me. "Are you some kind of masochist or something, John Shop?"
"Hardly," He replied, almost in a whisper as he stared at the screen, cringing as another scream hollered out from the movie. I couldn't bare to look at what was going on, hearing the sound of chainsaws revving and bloo
