Georgia's POV
I sank onto the bed while Nick powered on the projector. He picked up the tablet, his brows furrowed in mock concentration, as if it were a high-tech weapon in a spy movie.
"What do you feel like watching? Old movies, not-so-old movies, recent movies… or new movies?" he asked, voice light and nervousness.
I burst out laughing. "What even are those categories?"
He grinned sheepishly. "I don't know. I don't usually do this… but I figured you might like it. The hotel staff suggested it too."
I reached out, brushing his fingers as I took the tablet from him. "Let me see."
Nick shifted closer, his thigh brushing mine. I scrolled the list, noting every title. "Oh… they're all romance."
So thoughtful of him. I thought the list would be something 'inappropriate' but good things, they are all harmless, thanks god!
His expression tensed. "You don't like romance?"
