The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 63: Movie night

Chapter 63: Movie night

Remo agreed with a nod, and Abby headed to the kitchen to fetch the ice cream he had bought for her.

Remo watched Abby disappear into the kitchen, a fond smile lingering on his lips. As she rummaged through the freezer for the ice cream, Remo took the opportunity to pick out a movie from their collection, aiming to set the mood just right for the cozy night ahead.

He flipped through the DVDs, his gaze lingering on titles that held memories of lazy Sundays and quiet evenings spent together. Finally, he settled on a classic romantic comedy, hoping Abby would like it.

With the movie queued up, Remo leaned back against the cushions waiting for her.

As Abby returned with the ice cream, Remo couldn’t help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Handing him a bowl, she settled in beside him, the warmth of her presence filling him with a sense of contentment.

"Looks like we’re all set," Remo remarked, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pressed play on the remote.

Abby nodded, spooning a generous portion of ice cream into her mouth as the opening credits rolled across the screen.

Remo found himself drawn to Abby in a different way during the movie, admiring her subtle reactions to the scenes playing out on the screen. Her laughter, her furrowed brows during tense moments, and the way her eyes lit up with excitement captivated him more than the movie itself.

Unable to resist the urge to tease her, Remo leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, Abby, I can’t decide what’s more entertaining – the movie or your reactions to it."

Abby shot him a playful glare, her lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, so now you’re more interested in my reactions than the movie? I must be quite the performer," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Remo chuckled, his gaze lingering on her. "Let’s just say you add a certain... charm to the viewing experience," he replied, a hint of flirtation in his voice.

Abby rolled her eyes playfully, but couldn’t hide the warmth spreading through her chest at his words

Remo continued to stare at Abby, his eyes shifting from the TV to the side of her face. Abby, quick to notice,turned to look at him.

"You seem awfully focused on the movie, Remo," Abby remarked with a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with amusement as she caught him in the act.

Remo chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I can’t help it when the most interesting thing in the room is sitting right next to me," he replied, his tone light and teasing.

Abby rolled her eyes, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Remo," she quipped, trying to suppress the flutter in her chest caused by his words.

"Who said I was trying to get anywhere?" Remo shot back, a suggestive grin playing on his lips as he leaned closer to her.

Abby raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, so this is just your usual charming self then?" she teased, her voice laced with mock skepticism.

"Maybe."

"Watch the movie, Remo," she huffed, trying to redirect his attention, but he continued his unwavering gaze.

"Far more interested in what I’m watching right now, actually," he said with a tilt of his head, his breath fanning across Abby’s cheek. She closed her eyes with a frustrated sigh.

Remo leaned closer, maintaining an inch between his face and hers. "You okay, Abby? Something you want?" he asked with a suggestive drawl, making her bite her tongue to suppress the unexpected flutter in her chest.

"I want you to watch the movie," she blurted, her voice hitching, but Remo only smiled, seemingly pleased with himself.

Remo shifted, suddenly laying down, placing his head on her lap.

"What are you doing?" Abby asked, hovering her hands above him.

"Watching the movie like you told me to," Remo replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

As Remo relaxed on the couch with Abby, he playfully suggested, "How about you feed me some of that ice cream, Abby?"

Abby’s cheeks tinged with color at the suggestion, and she hesitated before declining, "No, Remo, you can feed yourself. You have a bowel yourself."

Unfazed by her refusal, Remo grinned mischievously and swiftly rose from his position, leaning in close to Abby’s lips. Before she could react, his mouth met hers in a tantalizing kiss, his tongue tasting the sweet remnants of the ice cream she had been holding.

Stunned by the sudden intimacy, Abby froze, her senses overwhelmed by the rush of desire coursing through her veins. The ice cream spoon she had been holding slipped from her grasp, its contents melting against her bosom as her body tensed with anticipation.

Remo pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with Abby’s, his lips tingling from the taste of the ice cream and the electric chemistry between them.

Abby’s heart leapt, flipped and did all kinds of thumping inside her chest but she tried to stop it showing on her face; which didn’t work, she was sure her cheeks went three shades darker from how much blood rushed to them.

He noticed the spoon and the melting trail it left, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he leaned forward once more,picking up the spoon and capturing the sweet remnants with his tongue, trailing along the curve of her skin.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, desire simmering just beneath the surface as Abby’s breath caught in her throat. Remo’s movements were deliberate, his touch igniting flames of passion within her as he kept his eyes focused on hers.

Abby’s body responded to the electrifying sensation, her stomach fluttering.

Remo relaxed against her, his fingers tracing along her jaw; still with that cheeky look in his eyes.

"You’ve made a mess, wifey," Remo said, taking her fingers, which had found themselves in the melted ice cream. He puckered his lips around her pointer finger, and Abby couldn’t help but shiver at the intimate contact. Her breath caught when he drew her finger back out of his mouth, the lingering touch sending shivers down her spine.

He kept a hold of her wrist, his lips lingering near her skin as he started to lick the rest with a smirk. Abby’s stomach tightened with a mix of anticipation and desire, her eyes locked on Remo’s face as he savored the taste.

When he finally let go of her wrist, Abby pulled her hand away, resting it in her lap. Remo tilted his head, smacking his lips together like he’s at a wine tasting before smiling with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"It tastes so good." And with that he threw his feet up over the arm of the couch, laying on his back to pillow his head on her lap, lacing his fingers together to rest on his chest and watched the TV with a casual expression.

Abby was too stunned to say anything. What the hell had happened?!