Page 23 of Romance Languages

“Jules, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He zipped his lips, lips that he’d offered to put on my body in the fog of beer. “How are you feeling?”

“Crappy on multiple levels.”

“Hangover that bad?”

I leaned in. “Seamus, you were joking last night, right?”

“Nope.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yep.”

“People who are serious don’t use words like nope and yep.”

Seamus’s face brightened with a smile. “Jules, I meant what I said. I don’t flake on a promise. Come over to my place tomorrow night for our first session.”

“Session?” I shook my head in confusion.

“Yeah.”

“Session implies this will be a multi-pronged process.”

“It will be. We’re going to run the bases. First base, second base, third base, home run. You haven’t done any of those things, right?”

Blush permanently moved onto my face. “Correct.”

“We’ll check those off your list first, then end with a fireworks show, just like at Disney World.”

Had he just compared his lovemaking skills to a fireworks extravaganza? A Disney fireworks extravaganza that spared no expense? The confidence on this man…

Yep, I was hard.

“Deal,” I said, crossing my legs.

8

SEAMUS

“Guys, please don’t embarrass me tonight.”

“Us? Embarrass? Not possible,” Ethan said. “We just want to meet the mysterious Jules.”

Greg joined us in the living room wearing a chunky knit cardigan that belonged to every grandfather on the planet. He wrapped an arm around Ethan, and with his other hand, stuck a pipe in his mouth.

“What the hell is that?” I pointed at Greg’s whole…everything.

“Language, son.” Greg smirked, the pipe sagging on his lips.

“What are you wearing? Is that a pipe? You don’t smoke.”

What kind of 1950sLeave It to Beaverbullshit was going on?

“It relaxes me.”

“Just…stop.”

Ethan shook his head. “Teenagers. Always embarrassed by every little thing their parents do.”

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