Page 31 of Only You
Kayla stared at his throat while he swallowed. Her laughter faded, and now she looked … aroused?
“You did this to me,” Jack groused.
“You’re not blameless,” she argued.
“What do you mean?”
“Playing with my hair, massaging my neck, rubbing my leg under the table.”
“You started it!”
“Just because I don’t have proof of what you did, doesn’t mean I’m not …”
If she couldn’t say it, he would. “Turned on?”
Kayla stared at him, her chest heaving. “Whatever. Let’s clean up.” Averting her eyes, she gathered the empty plates and took them to the sink.
Suddenly, Jack felt guilty for more than his physical reaction to her. He joined her at the sink, where they quietly rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Then they turned and faced each other.
“I’m sorry, Kayla. It’s not your fault that I reacted like a horny teenager.”
The corners of her lips twitched. “I’m sorry for contributing to you acting like a horny teenager.”
“You were just being a nice girlfriend.”
“Or a naughty one,” she teased.
Jack reached out and brushed her hair off her shoulder. “Either way, you did a fantastic job. We really convinced them.”
Kayla nodded, though she didn’t look happy about it. “Our rehearsals paid off.” She stepped back. “I’m going to get ready for bed. All this acting wore me out.”
“Okay,” Jack said. “I’ll wait here while you get your stuff out of my room.”
Kayla gave him a weak smile and quickly left the kitchen. Whatever intimacy they’d shared earlier had dissipated, and Jack was left behind in a cloud of disappointment and coconut body wash.
