Page 61 of Stolen Kiss

“It is easy.”

I sighed and rested my head on his chest. “Nothing is as simple as you make it sound.”

He mimicked my sigh, and I pulled away, looking up at him, my brows drawing together. He soothed away the line with his finger. “It is. You’re just thinking too much about this.”

I was quiet for a moment.

Was I thinking too much about this? Was it as simple as Jensen said? I shook my head. No way. I wasn’t thinking too much. In fact, I thought I should have thought about it more before I gave into him so easily.

But Jensen had the power to turn me stupid at every turn.

“My head hurts,” I complained, moving my hand back down his chest. He laughed and rested one hand at the small of my back, rubbing around in soothing circles.

“I have a question for you.”

“What?” I mumbled into his shirt.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday. The studio is closed on Sunday, so nothing.”

He tugged on my hair. “Spend the day with me.”

“Again?” I asked. “Aren’t you getting tired of me?”

I was only half joking. I was afraid the longer we hung out, the quicker he would come to realize that I wasn’t all that I seemed to be. I was afraid the real me would disappoint him.

“Never,” he answered seriously. “Spend the day with me. Me and Elodie.”

He added the last part quietly, but I heard him loud and clear.

“Do you think we’re ready for that?”

“Absolutely. Besides, Elodie already knows you, and she absolutely adores you.”

Something about him saying Elodie adored me made my heart feel weightless and heavy at the same time. I moved my hand over to my chest and rubbed the tiny ache forming there. Jensen followed the movement with his eyes.

“Yes, but this will be the first time I’m spending the day with Elodie and her father. And I wouldn’t be spending time with her as her teacher.”

Something shifted in his eyes, but it was gone before I could figure out what it was.

“You can spend it as her friend. And as my friend.”

“Something tells me you don’t want to be friends with me.”

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and I giggled.

Then he was kissing me. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of his lips pressed against mine. I didn’t think I would ever get used to this.

I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life kissing Jensen.

The thought was as thrilling as it was daunting.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have even a minute to keep kissing him like this, because the next thing I knew, the bathroom door clicked open, and a small feminine squeak from my sister had me pushing Jensen away.

“Oh, sweet Jesus! Sorry!” Evelyn quickly closed the door, and I glared at him.

“You forgot to lock the door.”

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