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“You could kiss it and make it better.”
She laughs a little. “I could.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
Brenna leans closer until her lips are a breath away from mine. “What if someone sees?”
I don’t give a flying fuck. Let everyone see. Let people make whatever assumptions they want. I’ve gone hours without this woman, and it’s been hell. I’m losing my mind, and the only thing that will help is her. Then I remember that it’s not just me who risks losing something if people do see.
So, I pull my hoodie up, and feel her warmth near my mouth. “Better?”
“I don’t know that anything could make this better,” she murmurs, and then I lean in and give her a sweet kiss.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brenna
Jacob’s fingers are tangled in mine, and I’m leaning against his shoulder. We’ve moved into the backseat, which makes me feel like a teenager who is getting ready for a night in a make-out location. However, it is by far better for cuddling.
And Jacob is a great cuddler.
I have no idea what the hell the movie is about other than it’s super sappy. Mostly, I can’t focus because he comments on every cheesy line.
“No dude says that,” Jacob clarifies.
“You know, for an actor, you’re the worst person to watch a movie with. I figured you’d at least be quiet and observant.”
He snorts. “This isn’t acting, beautiful. This is crap. Lots and lots of crap. The sad part is that, beforeNavigator, I would’ve given my right or left nut for any part, including this.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t lose a nut then.”
“You like my nuts?”
I roll my eyes. “All men are the same.”
“That we are.”
“Now, shh so I can watch the movie.”
He pulls me tighter to his chest and does that. I start to get into it a bit more, but then cars start to leave.
Jacob looks around, noticing it too. “See, others think this isn’t worth staying for either.”
“We drove an hour out here, paid to see the movie, and we still haven’t had the cake.”
He lifts my chin so he can look me in the eyes. “I didn’t say we were leaving. I have a few hours with you, and I intend to enjoy every minute of them.”
I really wish he weren’t so sweet. The fears I have about falling for him become more real each time I’m around him. If he were a jerk, it would be easy to just have great sex and call it a day, but he’s not.
He’s directing a freaking play to make my son happy.
“Good. I like that.”
“Now, it seems we have fewer people to worry about seeing us.” Jacob’s hand moves down my back, bringing me tighter to his chest.
“And what would they see us doing?”
He grins, his hand moving to my leg. “For starters, they might see me trying to get my hand under your skirt.”
