Page 53 of Protecting What's Mine
“Hear me out,” he insisted.
She rolled those meadow green eyes. “Fine. I’m listening.”
“I’m gonna write you a prescription.”
“Hands off my prescription pad, buddy.”
“A Chief Sexy Pants prescription,” he corrected.
“And what will this prescription entail? Orgasms?”
He pretended to consider the idea. “Those would certainly fall under the umbrella of this protocol. I’m ordering you to have fun.”
“Fun?” She said it as if it were a cuss word.
“Yeah. You know, like doing things that make you smile and laugh for no good reason?” he prodded.
She frowned up at him. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’m deadly serious,” he insisted. “I’m volunteering to be your fun coach.”
“This whole town is really weird,” she mused.
He squeezed her tighter. “Pay attention, Dreamy. This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer.”
“Okay. I’ll bite. What does a fun coach do?”
“You mean besides handing out orgasms?”
She gave him a withering look, and he grinned. “Remember to save that look for our kids. If the girls take after you, they’ll be handfuls.”
She purposely stepped on his foot.
In retaliation, he dipped her backward until her body arched toward the ground.
“Is this fun? I can’t tell,” she said snarkily.
“Honey, we’re dancing under a starlit sky on a Wednesday night with a bunch of people looking at us like we’re crazy. This is fun.” He swept her back up.
“Well, I mean. If this is the best you’ve got,” she teased.
“Ah, Dreamy. You just keep making me fall harder and harder for you.”
She held his face in both hands and peered into his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to check your pupil dilation.”
“I don’t have a head trauma.”Just a blood flow issue.
“Just making sure.”
They swayed together, moving seamlessly into the next song. Another couple joined them between the tables. Then another, until most of the occupants on the patio were dancing to Alabama Shakes.
Sophie poked her head out the door. “What the hell is going on out here? You having a prom? Does anyone need another round?”
“Yes!” the entire patio shouted.
