Page 4 of Only You

“Let me guess. It has to look like we’re sleeping together, so some of my stuff has to be in your bedroom,” she said.

“Yes, but it would be easier if you just slept in there.”

“You have a second bedroom, right?”

“Yes.”

“Why can’t I sleep in there?”

“What if my parents peek inside and see the bed unmade or your slippers on the floor?”

“I always make my bed, and I don’t wear slippers. I prefer fuzzy socks instead.”

Jack laughed loudly. “Same thing!”

“See. We’re fighting already, and I haven’t even moved in yet.”

Jack smiled. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“I haven’t agreed yet,” she reminded him.

“But you’re considering it.”

Kayla hated to admit it, but for some crazy reason, she was.

“Think it over for a few days and let me know. My parents won’t be here for a couple of weeks, so that’ll give me time to make other plans.”

What other plans? Like her, Jack hadn’t dated for a while, and their mutual friends were all taken. Except for Samantha what’s her name, who wasn’t really a friend. Besides, Jack’s mom had already seen a picture of Kayla, so that was who she’d expect to meet. While Kayla was lost in thought, Jack had taken out his wallet and placed his credit card on the table.

“What are you doing?” Kayla asked. The only time he’d paid her bill was on her birthday.

“If you were my girlfriend, I would pay so I might as well get used to it.”

The ridiculousness of the situation struck her, and she burst out laughing. “In that case, I should have ordered dessert.”

Jack chuckled, and his entire face lit up. She’d liked his smile from the beginning, and seeing it eased the tension. The waiter came over and scooped up the bill and credit card. “Be right back,” he said.

Kayla watched him leave, admiring his backside.

“Ahem,” Jack said.

“What?”

“I don’t appreciate my girlfriend staring at another man’s ass.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, and I wasn’t staring at his ass.”

Jack snorted.

“Okay, fine, I was admiring his behind. But your parents aren’t here, so it doesn’t matter.”

“If we’re doing this, you need to get into character.”

“I was never in drama club, and I’m not good at pretending.”

“You know what they say. Practice makes perfect,” Jack quipped.

The waiter reappeared and handed Jack his credit card. “Have a nice evening.”

“Oh, we will,” Jack said, wiggling his eyebrows.

The waiter turned and walked away without giving Kayla another glance.

“You did that on purpose,” she huffed.

“Just practicing.”

Kayla regretted this already.