Glancing down at the remote before looking back up at the television screen she tried to remember which button to push to start the movie. However, the moment his arm went across her shoulders, her body tensed. Was this what 21st century men were like? Maybe it was her inner instinct to withdraw back into herself, but whatever it was, it was telling her to get Sam's arm off of her shoulder. She didn't mind him sitting next to her, but his arm across her shoulders made her nervous, like he was holding her there.
A sense of capture washed over her. Feeling her heart begin to race in her chest, her hand moved to grasp his wrist. "Perhaps, we can just sit like this, oui?" Moving his arm off of her shoulder and back to his lap, she gave his hand a light pat. A shy smile curled on her lips as her blue eyes made sure to meet his own gaze. She really didn't want to ruin this evening, she was having fun - something that she hasn't felt in a while. "Don't get me wrong, Sam, I do like you, it's just ---" Pausing she didn't even know how to put this. Glancing back down at the remote, she pressed the play button. Or at least the button she thought was play. The screen flashed for a moment before the opening credit began to roll across the screen.
"I'm sorry." Sighing she glanced down at the remote and shook her head. "The last person that placed their arm across my shoulders like that was the person that killed my family. I don't... like that feeling."