Page 96 of How To Tackle A Crush
When he finally pulls back I’m slightly breathless and very aware of exactly how his body feels against mine.
Jack’s mouth curves faintly as he reaches up and nudges my glasses back into place with ridiculous gentleness.
“Jack,” I murmur, my hands still resting against his chest because apparently they have no intention of moving. “I’m not sure my nerves can cope with sex in a changing room if that’s what you’ve got planned.”
His laugh is soft and warm against my skin.
Then he does something completely unfair.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.
I sway a little.
No one warned me about that. About how something that small could feel more intimate than half the things I’ve read in books.
“I have absolutely no intention of shagging you in a changing room,” he says. “I’m forty-three. I like beds. And privacy. And not pulling a hamstring.”
I laugh relieved.
“That’s very reassuring.”
“I did want to ask you something though.”
His hands are still on my waist. Mine are still on him.
“What?”
“Would you stay tonight?” he asks quietly. “With us. Come to the museum with Alfie tomorrow.”
My stomach flips.
“You sure?” I ask softly.
“Very.”
There’s something steady in his voice that makes me believe him immediately.
“Alfie asked me to make sure I invited you.”
I raise an eyebrow slightly. “So this is just Alfie’s doing?”
Jack’s cups my face.
“No,” he says, voice lower now. “I was also hoping we might order some room service later. After he’s asleep.”
This simple statement sets off a thousand butterflies in my stomach. I honestly thought that was something you left behind in your twenties.
“I should probably check if my room is still available,” I say, trying to sound sensible while very aware I am still standing between his arms.
“I already booked you one.”
I blink. “You what?”
“In case you said yes.”
Okay and now I’m swooning. What the fudge?
“You’re very prepared.”
