Lando looked like he was about to protest, but I was already sprinting toward the ticket counter before he could say a word. Since I hadn't used his credit card yet today, I decided this was the perfect time to spend thirty dollars on a bed.
It was kind of expensive for just two hours, but worth it if it meant I could hide under a blanket whenever the scary clown appeared.
However … I really should've focused on the fact that we'd be lying on the same bed instead of worrying about the blanket.
"I didn't think this through," I muttered from one end of the bed while Lando lay stiffly on the other.
We hadn't even shared a bed at home yet as husband and wife, and now here we were … sharing one in a dark theater, surrounded by strangers, and about to watch a horror movie.
"But at least the bed's comfortable," I said quickly, trying to sound casual without turning my head. "You can stretch your legs, right?"
