She crossed her arms over her belly, pulling her frumpiest sweater more securely around herself and went into the kitchen. Grabbing a pint of low-calorie sorbet from the freezer, she took it to the couch. Plopping down, she picked up a remote and pressed the button to close the drapes. “What the hell, Akta?” he yelled as the floor-to-ceiling panels slid closed, blocking his view of her living room. She flicked on the TV, turning the volume up. It was an entertainment news show—and there on the screen was Henry, looking sexy and a bit aloof, his hair just messy enough, his handsome, lean face the epitome of movie star. In disgust, she turned off the TV. “Akta, let me in or I’ll break down the door. I don’t care if the alarm goes off.” “If you do, I’ll have you arrested,” she yelled back. She used the remote to open the curtain enough so she could see him. Standing, she went to the glass. He was still in his monster body, so she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes.
What do You think about The Last Of The Monsters (2013)?
