Kiss of Death
She knew going in that a Romantic Horror movie was going to be difficult to watch, but her boyfriend really, really wanted to see it–so here she was.
And it was worse than she could have imagined.
The acting was comically bad, the writing even more so, and it was unbearably scary.
After the first five minutes she hadn’t uncovered her eyes once, and she was seriously considering climbing into her boyfriend’s lap.
He chuckled, pulled her over, and kissed the top of her head.
She sighed. “I know, I’m sorry,” she said.
He squeezed her tight. “No, I’m sorry,” he said, “but this turned out better than I imagined!”
She punched his arm and snuggled deeper into his chest. “You would,” she said. “Tell me when it’s over.”
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