"I don't remember you being so bossy. Being your own boss must have done that to you, BossyPants.” I pushed the blanket back onto him.

"I'm gonna wrap you up like a burrito if you don't accept my hospitality in my own house!"

He stuck his tongue out at me and then he flinched and gasped as the zombie attacked the half naked girl unexpectedly while she was finding comfort in the arms of her male counterpart. Kent was blushing as he glowered at me.

I pointed at him, hiding my giggles behind my hand. “What were you saying, Scaredy Kent?"

Kent grabbed the edge of the blanket and twirled it around us and tied it in a knot.

"Yeah, so what. It's a good movie if it gets me to jump! At least I'm not screaming."

I struggled against the blanket and sighed in defeat after a moment of trying to wiggle out of it. The whole right side of my body was touching his, and I was reminded at how warm he was. "There is nothing wrong with screaming. God, you're like a bonfire."

"Screaming makes the blood move. As far as being a furnace… yes, I am. I can only sleep with a sheet year round.”

Kent didn't seem to think much about our contact. It was all I could think about, him wrapping me up like he used to when we were teenagers, his lips kissing my shoulder, unlike when we were teenagers… I hopped in my seat because of the movie, but held back my scream.

"I think you forget I've known you since before you could walk,” I countered.

"I know. You forget how hot my body runs in temperature? You don't remember complaining about being cold in my room and I'm running around in shorts and a t-shirt? Elly…" he sounded disappointed.

I laughed. "Kent..." And then I rolled my eyes, "If I think about it, yes, I remember. But when I think about Kent, my friend, that doesn't usually pop up." Not that specifically. Other things popped up, but not him running around in shorts all the time.

There was a raise of his eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Maybe I've forgotten but you seem to be holding something over my head. Tell me.”

I shook my head, "Nothing, I don't think. It’s just that when I think of you, I just think of nerdy you with glasses and those awful 90’s clothes...and a morbid fear of girls." Of wanting to kiss you so hard that your glasses would fall off. And all those nights I’d prayed that you’d notice the parts of me that were round in a sexy, womanly way and not just in your sleep or in a drunken stupor. I kept those thoughts in my head.

"Right. Not Kent who got tired of being picked on and started working out and got rid of the glasses,” he frowned, "And I didn't have a fear of girls, just a healthy weariness of them.”