CHAPTER 40: THE GHOST OF HER

DAMIAN I settled into the plush couch of the resort's private theater as the last bit of sunlight slid behind the clouds, casting an orange glow over the clear blue water and the pristine beach. "Movie time," Julie sings as she approaches me and sits down a bit too close. "What do you want to watch?" I asked, trying to hurry away from her closeness. She probably didn't get the hint or didn't care because she just covered the gap, her back resting on my left arm. "We should watch a horror film since it's not too dark yet." "Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded, a small smile grazing her lips. "Alright then." I stood up and picked up the remote. "Do you want anyone in particular, or should I choose?" "You can choose," she replied, and I immediately went straight to it. "I hope your stomach can handle gore," I muttered as I set the controller down and moved back to my seat. The movie flickered to life on the screen, and she snuggled deeper into me, "I should have brought blank