Page 42 of Stay for Me
“Me.”
And now I know he’s definitely flirting, and I like it. I like it a lot.
I drop my gaze for a moment. “Well . . . that’s . . . something.”
He laughs and then grabs his drink.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. That single movement is unbelievably sexy. Everything he does is. It’s a little ridiculous.
When he puts the glass down, I can almost feel the shift in him. As though the cool liquid also helped calm him.
“So,” Jacob says, “I figured if we get to know each other, it’ll make co-directing easier.”
“We are not co-directing.”
He shrugs. “Semantics.”
“You don’t have to do this, you know?”
“Do what?”
“This, be my friend if you don’t want.”
“Is that what we’re becoming?” Jacob asks.
“Isn’t it?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
He laughs, and I squint, wondering if he’s lost his mind. “Answering a question with a question.”
Shit. I am. “I don’t even realize that I’m doing it.”
“I’ll answer one of those questions . . . yes, I do know that I don’t have to do this. The thing is, Brenna, I want to. Being back in this town was my version of hell on Earth, and since meeting you . . . err . . . Sebastian, things have become bearable. He’s funny and getting to hang out with him was a lot of fun.”
I smile, loving that he sees my son that way. “He enjoyed it too. I appreciate you doing any of this.”
“So, since we’re going to spend a lot more time around each other, let’s get to the important things, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll ask the questions. Favorite genre of music?”
“These are the important questions?”
He tilts his head to the side with his brows raised. “Now, that was a question again.”
“Damn it. Okay. Music. I like a little of everything. I grew up listening to Elvis thanks to my mother, and then my father loved hard rock. My best friend, Cybil, likes rap music, which, if you ever met her, you’d never believe, but that girl can rap lyrics like it was her calling.”
“That’s great, but all of those are everyone else’s choices, what’s yours?”
“I guess, I would say that I really love pop. I like silly, light, and sweet songs where everyone can be happy, smile, and dance around like fools. What about you?”
He grins. “I’m more of a classic rock man.”
“I can see that.”
