Page 50 of The Last Love Story
But as I get the earbud situated in my ear, I get the answer.
Averydirty song.
That Ludacris one.What’s Your Fantasy?
Jade turns to gape at me, horrified.
“Damn, darlin’.”
She gives my chest a shove. “Rude. You don’t just sneak up on people! Or steal their headphones!”
She pulls the earbud out of my ear while taking the other out of hers and setting them both down.
I brush my thumb over her cheek. “Are you blushing?”
“No,” she huffs.
“Mhm. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We all have fantasies. Want to tell me about yours?”
She spins back around and pins me with what I’m learning is her signature “pissed off Jade” look. Part playfulness, mostlyI’m-going-to-cut-you.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” she purrs. But it almost sounds murdery.
I take her in. Pissed off Jade really turns me on. Thankfully, my cargo shorts hide my semi.
Dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, I lean in. “Nah. I already know what yours is.”
She rolls her shimmering brown eyes. “Oh, really?”
“Yep. In the library, right? Maybe on some books?” I wiggle my eyebrows as I reference one of the places in the song.
She stares at me for a long beat, then the hint of a smirkappears. “And defile a sacred space? Maybe. But I can’t promise I’d be quiet.”
She says the last part just loud enough for me to hear—another reference to the song. But damn if I don’t love how she plays with me.
“I wouldn’t complain, darlin’. Now, since I’ve been an ass and interrupted your smoothie-making, how about you let me finish up?”
She quirks a brow. “I can make a smoothie.”
“Never said you couldn’t. Just want to say I’m sorry.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, her phone rings.
“Ah, saved by bell. You answer that, and I’ll finish up here.”
She shakes her head, but grabs her phone. “Fine.”
But as she walks away, she makes a littleughnoise.
I add a pinch of salt—a secret ingredient that brings out the other flavors, even in something sweet—and a dash of vanilla, then add some more frozen berries and milk and blend it all up.
Once I’m finished, I pour some into glasses for Jade and me, but before I can go find her, she reappears, hand wrapped tightly around her phone and cheeks more flushed than they were before.
And… are thosetearsin her eyes?
Who do I need to find and kill?
No one makes my wife cry.
