Page 130 of Game Changer
Jax is next.“What are my favorite parts of Molly?A.Smile; b.butt; c.breasts; d.legs.”
My eyes widen.“Uh…” He has commented a lot that he likes my ass…
“Never mind, it’s all of the above.Your turn.”
I choke on a laugh, shaking my head.“Okay.What is the best sex position for me to have an orgasm in?”I look up.“Me, as inme?”
“Yes.You.”
I clear my throat.“A.missionary; b.girl on top; c.doggy style; d.the bridge.”I look up.“I don’t even know what the bridge is.”
“We’ll work on that.The answer is c, doggy style.”
“That’s right.”My cheeks heat up as I lay down the card.
“What makes Molly the most loveable?A.her sense of humor; b.her belief that everything will be okay; c.her PMS; d.her love of hamburgers; e.her generosity; f.her incredible trivia knowledge.”He pauses.“Although being a know-it-all can be a little annoying at times.”
“Hey!”
His lips twitch.“In life, it’s important to know when to stop arguing with people.”
“And let them be wrong,” I finish.
He barks out a laugh, shakes his head, then continues reading.“G.her sexpertise; h.her—”
“Stop!”I press my hands to my mouth, trying not to laugh.“You’re crazy!”
“That’s not the answer.”
“Oh my God.”
“Okay, fine, the correct answer is all of the above.”
My bottom lip quivers.“Jax.”
“Your turn.”
Shaking my head, I pick up a card.“Why is Jax an idiot when it comes to relationships?”I roll my eyes.“A.He’s just an idiot; b.He’s a coward; c.Both A and B.”I pause and add my own answer.“D.He’s not a coward and he’s not an idiot.That’s my answer.”
He grins, but ruefully.“Yeah, I am.I’ve always believed marriage is for suckers.That real long-term relationships don’t exist.I’ve always been afraid that if I get into a relationship, I’ll hurt her because I’ll do something stupid like cheat on her.”
I knew he didn’t believe in relationships.I knew part of that stemmed from his parents’ divorce.But believing he would do the same thing he thought his dad did?I didn’t know that.“Do you still believe all those things?”
“No.”He meets my eyes and holds them with a steady, open gaze.“That was the idiot part.Then there’s the cowardly part.”
I blink at him.
“I talked to my mom earlier.”He lowers our clasped hands to his thighs.“I needed advice.I’ve never felt like this before.I’ve never screwed up like this before.I didn’t know what to do about it.My mom…always used to tell us that if you make a mistake, the first thing to do is admit it.Then learn from it.And don’t do it again.”
“Good advice,” she murmurs.
“I don’t want to make that mistake again…not talking about things.”He bends his head.“I’ve never been good about talking about my feelings.”
“I know.”
He lifts his head, his lips twitching.“Yeah.You told me that.I missed years with my dad because I didn’t want to talk about it.After he left, I pretended everything was fine.I was strong.I could handle my dad leaving, no problem.I kept telling everyone I wasn’t worried about my contract.But talking to you about that…helped.The way you listen and don’t judge…you never made me feel weak.”
I swallow, my heart rising to lodge in my throat.“You’re not weak.It’s not weak to have feelings.”
