"Horror," Mathieu declared.
"Action," Jacqueline countered brightly.
"Horror."
"Action."
"Horror."
"Action."
"Horror."
"Fine. Watch it by yourself. I'm leaving."
She muttered the last part under her breath and made a dramatic move to slide off the bed. Before her feet could touch the floor, Mathieu caught her wrist and tugged her back.
"Fine! You're impossible. Total blackmailer," he grumbled, already reaching for the remote as he searched for an action movie on N*****x.
"Aww, thank you." She beamed, ruffling his hair. He swatted her hand away with a scowl, and soon the two of them were settled side by side, popcorn between them, eyes on the screen.
Halfway through the film, Mathieu's grand enthusiasm fizzled into soft snores against her shoulder.
Jacqueline rolled her eyes. So much for his passionate defense of horror.
