Page 33 of His Virgin Angel

“No. I’m just being stupid, and he is trying to help me get a better grade.”

“English? I thought you were rocking English?”

“I was. Then this new professor came, and it seems that I’m failing.” She shook her head. “Just forget about it. I don’t want us to fight. Isn’t this supposed to be a dinner date?”

“Yes, it is, but I have something else planned.” He stood, holding out his hand.

“What is it?”

“Something I’ll know you’ll like.”

All of her bad thoughts of the day evaporated as she placed her hand within his.

Luther was waiting with a picnic basket, which Jack took from him. They left the restaurant, and she found Drake waiting with the door open.

“I’m not dressed up for anything fancy.”

“I don’t need you to be fancy, baby. Just yourself.”

Climbing into the back of the car, she noticed there was a partition keeping the back separate from the front.

“I’ve never noticed it before.”

“I waited for Drake to get the car. I want privacy with you, but I also don’t want to be distracted by driving. This is all about you.”

“Well, well, well, is it me or is Jack Sosa trying his hand at romance?”

“I may be trying.”

“I’m not going to complain. I like it.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Get used to it because it’s what I’m going to be doing. I’ve also been doing some thinking, and I want you and Brian to move in with me.”

“What?”

“You told Brian about us.”

“Yes.”

“Then I don’t see why it would be a problem. I adore him, and I adore you.”

She noticed he didn’t say that he loved her. “I adore you as well.” She had a superhero adoration when it came to Jack. “I think moving in together is a little soon. I don’t want you to regret it, and find that I’m cramping your style.”

He tucked some of her hair that had been loosened behind her ear. “You’ll never cramp my style.”

His lips claimed hers, and any doubt that she had faded. “Okay,” she said.

“You’ll move in?”

“Yes. You’ve done nothing but be good to me, Jack. I trust you, and Brian loves you. He does think you’re old.” She giggled.

“I am compared to him.”

“What about me?”

“I wish you were a little older, but I can’t wait. I want you.”

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