“It’s Clay. I guess I should.”
He answers the phone and I use the opportunity to go pee, then get more drinks and candy. When Jett finishes with the short phone call, he smiles up at me.
“Clay won this weekend’s race,” he says, taking the Dr. Pepper I hand him. “Team Loco is officially winning more arenacross races than any other team.”
“That’s good, right?” I sit next to him, placing the bag of popcorn between us.
He nods. “If it’s not me winning, I at least want it to be one of my teammates.”
I get up to put the next movie into the DVD player and settle back next to Jett, which could otherwise be called the greatest place on earth to sit. I love the smell of his cologne. The taste of his lips (salty and buttery from the popcorn) as we kiss every so often. I love everything about him.
“I love that you’re here with me,” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder. “This is the best birthday ever.”
“Oh shit,” Jett says, sitting up. “I totally forgot to give you your present! It’s over there on the other couch.” He nods toward the couch that’s up against the wall, then he pushes up on his hands and reaches for his crutches.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say, putting my arm over his. “Just stay here with me. I’m comfortable.”
“But it’s your birthday present,” he says. “You’re going to love it.”
“I know I will,” I say, snuggling my head against his chest. “I’ll get it later. For now, I just want to enjoy all this time with you.”
He laughs and runs his fingers through my hair, before resting his cheek on top of my head. “You’re the birthday girl,” he says. “So I’ll do as you say.”
