Chapter 39: Beau

Beau

"Don't go," he spoke low, his eyes looking everywhere but at mine.

"Okay," I replied just as low and he nodded, letting me know he heard, and then reached toward a small hidden compartment behind my hip. Opening it up, he pulled out a tablet-looking device.

It was a remote.

Hendrix settled back into his earlier position with his head on my lap, wiggling a bit in place, and brought his hair toward my fingertips just a couple of inches away.

Without a word, I complied to his silent request and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. Scratched his scalp, while he swiped a finger over the tablet's interface.

A few buttons were pressed, and the projection screen came down from the ceiling and his equipment turned on. Another swipe of his index finger and the bright bold red and white logo for Netflix came to life.

He remembered my wishes of a few days ago.

"Want to chill with me today and watch bad scary movies?"

"You're actually asking, not telling me?" I bit my lip, a move he