"Where's the remote?"
"It was right here a second ago; how could it vanish?"
The more flustered Xanthea became, the harder it seemed to find the remote.
As the movie on screen grew increasingly risqué, with scenes spiraling into the absurd, Xanthea suddenly stood up in a panic and dashed in front of the TV, spreading her arms wide to shield the not-so-kid-friendly scenes. She stuttered towards Orion on the couch, "Orion, don’t—don’t look!"
Orion hadn't been paying attention to the TV until her antics caught his eye.
There she stood, arms wide, swaying side to side as if desperately trying to block the view. Yet, her slim figure, wrapped tightly in a sweater and jeans, showed off her curves in a way that drew Orion’s gaze like a moth to a flame.
Especially her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, combined with the faint moans from the TV, seemed as though she was the one making the sounds.
"I told you not to look, and you're still looking!"
"Don’t your gadgets work with voice commands? Just change the channel already!"
Seeing Orion’s eyes intensely fixated on her, with a look so fiery it seemed to burn through her clothes, Xanthea felt her heart skipped a beat.
He was young and full of vigor. Could he be getting carried away? Was there still time for her to escape?
Just as Xanthea glanced towards the door, Orion picked up the remote, and said in a husky voice, "You're blocking the view."
"Oh, right."
She hastily moved aside, revealing a screen filled with scenes that definitely needed censoring.
Xanthea almost immediately covered her eyes. How on earth did a movie like this get past regulations?
Orion paused upon seeing the TV; she finally came to understand what she had been trying to block.
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