Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“No, she wants you to come, too.” Gia reaches out and grabs my hand.
Okay the Fishers are handsy people and it’s different than what I’m used to. Their family is all up in each other's business, so why did he hide them from me? As if hearing the question voiced in my head, Jason answers it.
“This is why I didn't want you all to know about her yet.” He motions between Gia and me.
“He never shares well.” She rolls her eyes at Jason and I fight not to laugh. She doesn't care that Jason looks as if he’s about to lose it. Probably because two seconds before she came banging on my door he was about to slide inside of me. Without protection. How had I gotten so caught up in the moment that I forgot about that? I might not have ever had sex, but I’m not completely naïve.
Jason really has put me in a tailspin. “I’ve got a million pies to eat. In fact, you guys should take some,” I suggest, picking up two. I should probably give them more, but I don't want to part with more than that. I’m going to need them tonight.
I hand them to Gia, who quickly takes them. “Mom’s favorite,” she says with a smile.
“They’re wonderful,” I agree. I’ve tried to recreate them a few times and I’ve gotten close but still haven't perfected it.
“Tell Mom I’ll call her later,” Jason adds.
“No, I think you should go too.” I meet Jason’s eyes and his jaw goes hard at my suggestion.
“I’m not going anywhere.” His words are clipped as Gia’s eyes bounce between the two of us.
“Hold my pies,” Gia tells Marco and hands the boxes to her fiancé.
“Jason.” Marco’s voice is low. “Maybe it’s a good idea you just come back to family dinner. Gia’s been excited about seeing you.” Gia looks more excited to see how Jason and I are going to play out right now if you ask me.
“No,” he responds without hesitation.
“Jason,” I try to reason with him. I walk over to where he’s still standing and holding the door open. “I just need a night.”
“I’m not going any fu—” He stops to correct himself and even tries to soften his voice. “Anywhere.”
“I’m not really asking.” I tilt my chin up to look him in the eyes. It’s hard to be stern when you’re so short compared to the other person. I might need some tips from Gia because she could do it.
“You got your time. Now I get mine,” I say, and it might be a low blow throwing that in his face but it’s the truth. I regret it for a second when I see pain flash in his eyes. I remind myself of how lonely I was while he was gone and it helps me hold strong. If I don't get away from him I won't be able to think straight.
“One night.” Jason finally relents. He must have seen something in my eyes.
“I could cut the tension with a knife,” Gia whispers loudly. I forgot for a moment that they’re here.
“It was nice meeting you.” I look to Gia and she’s all smiles.
“Serves him right,” she says and she sounds smug.
“What?” I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“I’ll tell you over next family dinner. We have them every Sunday. I’ll see you at the next one.” She walks over to me and this time she gives me a side hug. “I can tell you all about how my brother can be a dick.” She narrows her eyes on Jason for a moment before a smirk forms on her lips. “He means well though, I can promise you that.”
She steps into the hallway and Marco nods before he and Gia leave. I’m not sure Marco smiles, but his eyes light up when he looks at Gia. Do Jason’s do that too? I always get so lost in him I’m not sure I see everything I should.
Jason closes the door behind them and somehow I know they aren't going anywhere and are still standing out in my hallway waiting for him. He bends down and kisses me, and then I feel myself being lifted off the ground.
His tongue demands entry and I part my lips for him. My body knows what it wants and it’s him. It always wants him. The taste of him is something I’ll never forget even if we’ve only ever kissed a few times. I wrap my arms around him tightly for a moment and lose myself in our connection. What starts out as a rough, hard kiss slowly becomes less rushed. I savor every touch of his tongue as he makes love to my mouth. All too soon he puts me back onto my feet and leans back.
“One night,” he says again and I can tell he wants to kiss me again but he only presses his mouth to my forehead. We probably wouldn't stop if he did it again. “Set the alarm,” he reminds me as he opens my front door.