Page 115 of Not Safe For Work
Rick laughed and clicked the Browse feature. “Game on.”
He started scrolling. Wow, he was right. He really did have everything. Cheesy science fiction. Comedy. Horror. Bad horror. Stupid horror. Funny horror.
“You like horror, don’t you?” I asked as he scrolled through that very, very long list.
“Gets my mind off work.”
I glanced at him. “Really? That’s how you decompress after work?”
“Why not?” He shrugged. “It’s cathartic. And believe me, you don’t spend much time thinking about investors and city planning ordinances when you’re holding your breath through The Amityville Horror.”
“Huh. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“You want to watch—”
“No, thank you. Nothing that’ll keep me awake.”
He chuckled. “Okay, how about some comedy. I think I have a few dozen sitcoms.”
“Good. Stupid sitcoms are always good for unwinding.”
“They so are. Let’s see, what do—”
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up.”
“Hmm?”
“Back up.”
He scrolled up again. “What?”
“Is that…is that the complete series of Golden Girls?”
Rick’s cheeks colored, and he laughed sheepishly. “Uh, maybe.”
I threw him a pointed look.
“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “It’s the complete series of Golden Girls.”
“Well, that settles what we’re watching tonight.”
His eyebrows jumped. “You’re a fan?”
“You’re surprised?”
“Hmm. Good point.”
I laughed, patting his thigh. “To be honest, I resisted it for a long time because it was such a gay stereotype to love The Golden Girls, but goddamn.” I gestured at the screen. “How can you not?”
“How can you not?” He clicked select, but didn’t start the show. “Why don’t I put in a frozen pizza, and we can watch this while it cooks?”
“That sounds perfect.” I pulled him to me. “You’re spoiling me rotten, you know.”
“With frozen pizza?”
“Nothing says ‘no pressure’ like a frozen pizza and a Golden Girls marathon. So yes, you’re spoiling me.”
He smiled, wrapping his arms around me. “Is that a bad thing?”
