you ever heard me say that?”
Josh swallows down the idea before huffing, “I don’t know how I expect to get used to hearing that.”
With Josh’s back to me I release my full ear-to-ear grin at hearing Blake. He peers over Josh’s shoulder to purposefully lock his stare with mine. The delicate and charming wrinkling around his eyes confirms everything, and more.
I’m caught in his spell as I pull in a deep inhale, eager to breathe him in, touch him, feel him—to just be near him. He knows it, too, as the corner of his mouth arches upward, and it’s as if he’s beckoning me.
Josh, sensing the forming tractor beam going right past his face, turns his body, which only gives me the opening I need to begin my sprint into Blake’s arms.
Blake pulls his hands out of his pockets just in time to catch me.
I look up into his eyes, trying to speak in a whisper. “You don’t have to say things like that, you know?” I think that maybe he says them to prove something, whether it’s to me or Josh.
He runs the tip of his nose down the bridge of mine, and that perfect bubble forms around us, and I haven’t got a care in the world.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
Josh clears his throat loudly, rolling his eyes as he does it. Blake and I turn our attention to him.
“Spare me the PDA until I get used to it, will you?” Josh snaps.
Blake defiantly drags his hands down my back, getting dangerously close to my ass. This time I’m the one who wants to roll my eyes, but it’s hard to ignore my body-reverberating buzz at his touch.
Could we NOT do this in front of my brother, please?
Blake flashes his wicked grin, which I know only riles Josh up. “Get used to it
now
.” Without releasing me, and thrumming his fingers over my hips, he continues, “By the way, what’s with you and Vanessa, then? You’re nervous because . . . ?”
Josh’s eyes flit over Blake’s grip, and he squints disapprovingly before turning away. His annoyance is on the brink of reappearing. He takes a deliberate step toward the door, as if it’s a safety precaution. “I’m meeting her parents tonight. They’re in town from Boston.”
I open my mouth to respond, maybe even to argue that it’s too soon for Josh, but just as I’m about to speak a hand clamps securely over my mouth, and with Josh already heading out the door, he doesn’t bother to turn around.
I’m smiling under Blake’s hand, but I hate being muzzled like this
.
I’m not the one who needs muzzling from time to time
.
I want to squirm out of it, but Blake’s other hand squeezes at my waist, signaling me to still as he says, “Knock ’em dead, Josh. I’m sure you’re any parents’ wet dream.”
Josh, apparently too overwhelmed by his best friend and sister’s relationship, still doesn’t notice how Blake has shut me up. He absentmindedly grabs for his keys as he swings the door open. “Yeah, whatever. Oh, by the way, we board our flight at eight a.m. on Friday. Be ready to head to the airport by six a.m.”
Once Josh is out of sight and the door shuts behind him, I bite down on Blake’s palm in annoyance, and he frantically pulls it away.
“Ow! Was that necessary?”
I pout, attempting to step out of his grasp. “Absolutely necessary. I was madly in love with you only moments ago, but now I’m just mad at you!”
Too quick, he bends down, wrapping his arms around my thighs, lifting me up off the ground, and throwing me over his shoulder.
“Blake!” I screech. I slap at his back, but it does nothing to stop him.
“Funny, I’m pretty sure those two emotions run pretty close together, at least where you’re concerned . . .
babe.
”
“Blake!” I squeal again as I try to flail in protest. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you exactly where I want you.” He strides toward his bedroom. “And as if I was ever going to let you start that conversation with Josh about Vanessa! I
Josh swallows down the idea before huffing, “I don’t know how I expect to get used to hearing that.”
With Josh’s back to me I release my full ear-to-ear grin at hearing Blake. He peers over Josh’s shoulder to purposefully lock his stare with mine. The delicate and charming wrinkling around his eyes confirms everything, and more.
I’m caught in his spell as I pull in a deep inhale, eager to breathe him in, touch him, feel him—to just be near him. He knows it, too, as the corner of his mouth arches upward, and it’s as if he’s beckoning me.
Josh, sensing the forming tractor beam going right past his face, turns his body, which only gives me the opening I need to begin my sprint into Blake’s arms.
Blake pulls his hands out of his pockets just in time to catch me.
I look up into his eyes, trying to speak in a whisper. “You don’t have to say things like that, you know?” I think that maybe he says them to prove something, whether it’s to me or Josh.
He runs the tip of his nose down the bridge of mine, and that perfect bubble forms around us, and I haven’t got a care in the world.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
Josh clears his throat loudly, rolling his eyes as he does it. Blake and I turn our attention to him.
“Spare me the PDA until I get used to it, will you?” Josh snaps.
Blake defiantly drags his hands down my back, getting dangerously close to my ass. This time I’m the one who wants to roll my eyes, but it’s hard to ignore my body-reverberating buzz at his touch.
Could we NOT do this in front of my brother, please?
Blake flashes his wicked grin, which I know only riles Josh up. “Get used to it
now
.” Without releasing me, and thrumming his fingers over my hips, he continues, “By the way, what’s with you and Vanessa, then? You’re nervous because . . . ?”
Josh’s eyes flit over Blake’s grip, and he squints disapprovingly before turning away. His annoyance is on the brink of reappearing. He takes a deliberate step toward the door, as if it’s a safety precaution. “I’m meeting her parents tonight. They’re in town from Boston.”
I open my mouth to respond, maybe even to argue that it’s too soon for Josh, but just as I’m about to speak a hand clamps securely over my mouth, and with Josh already heading out the door, he doesn’t bother to turn around.
I’m smiling under Blake’s hand, but I hate being muzzled like this
.
I’m not the one who needs muzzling from time to time
.
I want to squirm out of it, but Blake’s other hand squeezes at my waist, signaling me to still as he says, “Knock ’em dead, Josh. I’m sure you’re any parents’ wet dream.”
Josh, apparently too overwhelmed by his best friend and sister’s relationship, still doesn’t notice how Blake has shut me up. He absentmindedly grabs for his keys as he swings the door open. “Yeah, whatever. Oh, by the way, we board our flight at eight a.m. on Friday. Be ready to head to the airport by six a.m.”
Once Josh is out of sight and the door shuts behind him, I bite down on Blake’s palm in annoyance, and he frantically pulls it away.
“Ow! Was that necessary?”
I pout, attempting to step out of his grasp. “Absolutely necessary. I was madly in love with you only moments ago, but now I’m just mad at you!”
Too quick, he bends down, wrapping his arms around my thighs, lifting me up off the ground, and throwing me over his shoulder.
“Blake!” I screech. I slap at his back, but it does nothing to stop him.
“Funny, I’m pretty sure those two emotions run pretty close together, at least where you’re concerned . . .
babe.
”
“Blake!” I squeal again as I try to flail in protest. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you exactly where I want you.” He strides toward his bedroom. “And as if I was ever going to let you start that conversation with Josh about Vanessa! I
Similar Books
