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that one. Though in my defense, it was almost impossible to take my eyes off of you.” The shine that glazed his eyes now turns into fire. I suck in a breath, holding it in until his eyes return back to that hypnotizing green.              
                  “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, Evangeline. If I made you uncomfortable—”              
                  “It’s fine.” I interrupt, waving it off. I can’t look at him right now. Otherwise, he’ll see that he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. He made me hot .
                  “No, it’s not fine. It was inappropriate. You can’t even look at me. And now, since I opened my big-ass mouth, you’ll probably avoid me for even longer this time.”
                  I cringe and finally turn back to him. The jerk is smirking.
                  “I wasn’t avoiding you,” I lie. Not very well.              
                  “Yes, you definitely were. I didn’t like it so much. I’m still not sure what I did, though.” He wonders his statement out loud, waiting for me to reveal the reason.
                  What the hell do I say to that? Um, I was avoiding you because you have consumed my every thought for the last week. You’re so damn hot, I want to lick you from head to toe. I want you inside me so badly I’d easily forget my commitment to the greatest man I have ever known.
                  Shit, is that how I feel?
                  No . It can’t be.
    “Okay, I might have been avoiding you a tad bit. But it had nothing to do with you, per se. I was trying to finish the book, and I didn’t need any distractions.” I offer, which is actually true. It’s just not the full truth. He can never know the full truth.
                  “So I’m a distraction?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
                  Damn it.
                  “Yes, you’re definitely a distraction. But a good distraction.” I answer honestly, surprising myself. Shit, that was flirty . Trying to change the subject, I ask, “So, how are you liking it here in P-town?”
                  Jake looks over at Ben, eyes brimming with happiness and affection. When his eyes land back on me, I feel that pull again. I think he feels it, too.
    Still smiling with those same emotions, he answers, “I think I’m beginning to really love it here.”
    A small grin appears on my face, matching his. We seem to be having these moments often where our feelings are synced somehow. It’s like whenever we lock gazes, there is this strange connection ignited. It’s unnerving and kind of amazing at the same time. I turn away first, breaking the bond.
    After that, we spend the rest of the play date watching the kids wear themselves out and talking about mundane things. I try to steer the conversation towards him, wanting to know more about this man who has been thrust into my daily thoughts. We talked about first jobs, favorite books, and movies. We both happen to love Almost Famous , which turns into a whole side conversation that eventually leads to music. We also have somewhat similar tastes, although I lean more towards Classic Rock, Folk, and Indie, as he prefers more of the harder stuff—Punk and ‘90s Grunge. We do, however, share an affinity to old school Hip-Hop. By some sneaky wizardry, he somehow gets me to admit to my shameful liking of Taylor Swift and Britney Spears. Whatever . They’re awesome. Everyone can shut it. He laughs so loudly at me, I can’t help but to join in, then I punch him in the arm. Which most likely hurt me more than it did him, with his Superman-like arms of steel.
    Finally, after about two hours, the kids come trudging back, looking thoroughly exhausted. We decide it’s time to pack it up and walk back home. I smile to Jake, nudging his arm and pointing to