Chapter 12. Damn Ryan

CHARLOTTE

I walked into the home theater.

The door didn’t slide this time. It swung open, revealing the place. Looks like heaven and smells so good too.

So beautiful and relaxing.

Cozy recliner seats in red velvet. Long LED light strips that shifted colors based on your mood. A small counter with snacks, drinks, and a self-making popcorn machine.

I filled a bowl of popcorn, humming happily, and dropped into the soft leather chair.

It was a little tight.

Okay, it was a lot tight.

My hips groaned. The chair groaned. We both groaned.

“Why are the chairs so small?” I muttered pushing myself down.

Finally, I was able to fit in to the chair.

I giggled through mouthfuls of warm, buttery popcorn.

But then the chair started vibrating.

“Sweet Jesus, a massage and a movie? Maybe staying here for a day isn’t bad after all.” I gushed.

Just as I picked up the remote and selected Netflix, the screen glitched and Le