When something very creepy jumped out on the TV, I squealed and hid my face in Grayson's shoulder. "I really need to stop watching horror movies," I muttered.

Grayson chuckled and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer so I could hide in his chest. "I don't get you, Flower," he said. "You play games where you decapitate other people, yet you hate creepy jump scares."

I looked up at him. "Well, when we play games, I'm in control of my player. I know what's about to happen." I let out a sigh and turned back to the TV. I liked horror movies, but I hated watching them, if...