His Type

Arabella's POV

I leaned against Sean's body as we sat in the living room, watching a movie while eating the toast that he had prepared earlier. I watched the movie actors acting with each other, but it looked natural and made me get carried away by the storyline.

"Do you like movies like this?" Sean asked softly, removing the hair from my forehead so he could see me better. I just nodded, not wanting to miss the important moment that was about to happen.

I covered my mouth, not expecting the scene that happened in the movie. "No way...."

Sean seemed to see what was happening because he was silent for a few moments while I smacked my lips until the scene was over. He was heard clucking. "I can kiss you better than that."

"Sean." I smacked his chest lightly. "We're watching a movie, not comparing your kissing skills to the actor's."

Sean looked at me, raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I'm better looking, too."

"Yes...." I could only exhale when Sean's narcissistic behaviour returned. I co