“Let’s watch a movie. You choose,” Alexei said, his head pressed against the leather headboard of our bed, a cold compress against his cheek.
I sighed and closed the book I was reading, walking up to where I last saw the remote. When I finally saw it after throwing away all of Alexei’s garbage, I went over a long list of movies and pinned every single one that I like so he can choose which ones he would want to watch — or at least, fathom to watch.
He’s the kind of person that within three minutes of watching a certain movie he hasn’t even heard of yet, he’d already have all kinds of rude comments, arguments, and jokes. Which is, by the way, the reason why I never watched my favorite movie with him.
I don’t want him to ruin it for me.
“There. Choose among these.” I handed him the remot
