Page 27 of Let it Breathe
"I like you like this." I kissed her neck.
"Like what?" She tilted her head to give me better access.
"Playful and sweet." I spoke between assaulting her neck with small wet kisses.
"You say that like normally I'm a hardass bitch."
"Hardass. No." I ran my tongue down her neck. "Bitchy, yes."
"You don't know me, Donovan," she said.
I leaned back and stared into her eyes. They were the coolest light brown color.
"I'd like to." I caressed her cheek. "I'd like to get to know you outside of this world."
"Why?" She narrowed her eyes.
"When's the last time you've been out of this town?" I asked.
"I went to Europe last year." Her eyes brightened.
I laughed.
"On a wine trip." I raised an eyebrow.
She lowered her head. I raised it back up and kissed her.
"So I have a proposition for you?" I whispered against her lips.
She pulled back and narrowed her eyes.
"You ever been to a Super Bowl?" I raised my eyebrows.
"No, why?" she asked gripping my arm.
"I'm leaving tomorrow for New Orleans. Come with me. I want to show you my world. We'll hang out. Go to a few parties. You can watch me do myDonovan Bryantthing." I used air quotes around my name, and it made her smile.
"I don't know." A soft knock drew her attention, and she went to open the door.
"Hey, Jack."
"Chai. How are you?"
"I'm good." I watched her open the door only wide enough so the pizza would fit through.
"So?"
"So what?"
"You and Donovan Bryant, huh?" Jack asked; his voice went up an octave when he said my name.
"How'd you find out?" She didn't hide the annoyance in her voice.
"It all anyone's talking about in town. Is he still here?"
"No, he's not here." Chai tapped the doorframe.
"Aw, man. Well, can you get his autograph for me."
