Eleanor's POV
The movie only got more intense from there. The moans grew louder, the scenes more explicit, and I could feel myself getting more and more flustered. My body was betraying me, responding to every sound, every movement on the screen. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to focus on anything but the heat pooling between my thighs.
I managed to stammer, "We should… maybe change the movie?"
Keith's eyes were dark and teasing. "Why? It's not as if it's affecting you at all, or is it?"
I shook my head quickly, trying to sound casual. "Of course not. It's not affecting me."
"Good then," he said, leaning back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "We can keep watching."
I knew he was messing with me. I wished I could just stand up and leave, but his scent was overwhelming, filling my senses and making it impossible to think straight.
