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I draw back. “Fix what? It’s good.”
“We have better down here.”
I give him a look. “In McDonough?”
“Now who’s all about appearances?”
“Then take me and I’ll be the judge.”
Humored, he eyes me. “Trying to trick me into a date?”
“I’ll pay.”
He purposefully draws out the silence. “We’ll see.”
Whatever. My turn. “Your favorite food?”
“Sushi.”
Blech. I make a face.
He tips his beer. “Not for everyone.”
Nope.
“Okay, favorite show.” He relaxes into the bench, and I warm. He’s getting comfortable, like that night when we allowed our barriers to fall away. My eyes travel along his stubbled jawline and down his neck. Settle on the exposed skin of his chest, thanks to the white v-neck. He looks otherworldly in the light of the sunset. Celestial.
Godlike.
And for some unhelpful reason, I have a flashback of us the morning after. I was at the window admiring the cityscape below. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Kissed the soft spot behind my ear.
I shiver in remembrance, my sex clenching.
His eyes meet mine when I don’t immediately answer, and my cheeks flame. “Um…Game of Thrones.”
As if he could sense the shift in my mood, he angles his body in my direction. Like his cells and atoms and building blocks, all of his matter, is drawn to the sudden surge of pheromones. “Impressive,” he says. “High Fantasy nerd?”
“Proudly.”
“Lord of the Rings? The whole deal?”
I grin sheepishly. “Guilty. You?”
He chugs the rest of the beer. Tosses it. “I have other…hobbies.” His eyes focus on my lips when he says it, and for a moment, I’m speechless.
I fight away visions of what it’s like to kiss him—soft lips. The itch of his stubble and the burn it leaves behind on my skin—and I find my voice. “Yeah, I’ve read about your hobbies in the tabloids.”
It was meant to deter him, to simultaneously throw him off and clear my head, but he doesn’t flinch. Just smiles and says, “I like my hobbies.”
“I know you do.” I liked them too. Toomuch.
Waytoo much.
I clear my throat, squirm in my seat. Did someone turn up the heat in here? “PG, remember?” I manage, though the words fall flat. I’m not even sure who I was saying it to.
“I remember,” he says and almost groans, like I’m a teacher asking him to behave.
Poor Jake has to keep it in his pants for once.
